September 28, 2020.Reading time 2 minutes.
The old man’s carrel was carved with the finest mahogany, over the years it became varnished with Lagavulin whisky and sweat. In that tiny space, he crafted vast worlds; kings & betrayers, love & death, wonder and curiosity. Its nooks held the echoes of various late-night existential crises, angry triades of self-doubt, and the stale […]
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August 11, 2020.Reading time 1 minute.
To belong to the genus named Gloriosa must be a frightful thing Beckett pondered. A grandiose name that masked its malevolence. Standing in the doorway of a dusty hotel in Calcutta, a particular type of Gloriosa lay in front of him. Bishalanguli—the Flame Lily. With enough gathered it could tip the scales of life in […]
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February 24, 2020.Reading time 5 minutes.
Grief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her […]
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