Oh mighty scrooge —

My soul wears prosthetic limbs — I woke up within the world of dreams, corporeal in the mists of immateriality. Around me was the shadow world — the half-world that reflected against reality, and only I shone real. In this ghostish realm, this half-formed reality, my sense of vision grew a third, for I looked around…

Contraction of Burger Time — Time seems to go faster the older you get. After all, one year when you’ve only lived 10 is a lot more time, than one year after you’ve lived thirty. However, I seem to be lost in moments, events I look back on turn out to have taken place at…

Cuts to the soul — There is a wear and tear to being human, and progress demands a price. Each lift of a dumbbell is a micro-tear to your muscles. Each pluck of a guitar is the start of a new callus. One cannot get stronger, better, faster without pushing oneself closer to the edge…

And still they come, till all is gone —

I’d rather sleep. — I have no idea what attracts other people to meditation or Buddhism for that matter, but for me, it was an attempt at soft self-annihilation, discarding the pieces of me I saw as weaknesses. Inner peace was a nice coverup, like an alibi for a murder yet to come, only…

It’s just the surface — Everyone goes through a phase, or even phases where they think, ‘I want to be more likeable’. So they read a couple of books, like ‘How to make friends and influence people’, they watch a couple of videos, and they come away with some very surface-level information: Say their name…

I’ll move forward —

From a guy who definitely does not earn six figures — There is a British man being clowned on the internet for not knowing that earning £80,000 puts him in the top 5% of the country’s earners. To be fair, he was belligerent and outlandish in the way he (verbally) attacked one of the hosts, and that is part of why…