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We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot

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Good Boy (Act 1)

I am a good boy, but I have murder in my heart. Am I writing this story? Or, do I exist because I wrote this story? Don’t try to wrap your head around that, you’ll just hurt yourself. And, because we are just getting started, I don’t want that to happen, yet. It might take […]


  • Good Boy (Act 1)
    I am a good boy, but I have murder in my heart. Am I writing this story? Or, do I exist because I wrote this story? Don’t try to wrap your head around that, you’ll just hurt yourself. And, because we are just getting started, I don’t want that to happen, yet. It might take […]
  • Writing about my writings
    So far in the short stories that I’m writing or have posted, I have two dissimilar main characters. At least that’s what I thought. But what if they were actually somehow the same character? In “How long does a story need to be, to make sense“, I have a character that seemingly keeps forgetting everything […]
  • My Thoughts (#1)
    Sometimes I wonder, what more does the world want from me. But then I remember, it wants nothing more than I am able to give. Giving more than what I am able is not possible. And as such, giving any less is equally impossible.
  • How long does a story need to be, to make sense? (Part 2)
    We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time T.S. Eliot My head was on fire. Of course not in the literal sense. But the medication had worn off some time ago, and for the first […]
  • I am a weed
    Close your eyes, and take a deep breathe in. Ok, now hold it. And now, slowly release the breath. Feeling the body release all the way till the end, let the lungs feel completely relaxed, the shoulders relaxing, and all the muscles of the body feeling totally at ease. Now, take another breathe and continue… […]
  • The elevator dream
    The exhibition was about to start. I was already mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of customers, when I looked down and noticed that I wasn’t wearing my suit jacket. Panicking, I worked my way out of the exhibition center and started for my hotel. I arrived sometime later at the hotel and went to […]
  • How long does a story need to be, to make sense? (Part 1)
    I came to realize rather early in life that something wasn’t quite right, and I spend the better part of my life trying to figure out what it was. It’s too early to say exactly what it is I found, but suffice to say, it unraveled the existence of nearly everything and everyone around me. […]
  • Beautiful Imperfections
    On occasion I am astonished by my ignorance. There is often a soft, chilling breeze that touches my face, and until now, I have never heard her voice nor heeded her warnings. Her message to me is that life is a journey of moments and the eternal struggle to grasp hold of them. Be quick […]
  • Why is my website called: “Visitors Not Welcome”
    In my previous post I exclaimed that everyone and everything is invited to enjoy this website. So, why is the website name misleading, or did I lie in my previous post? Actually, it’s a third option. To be honest, I am firmly in the introvert camp. I would happily not interact with people. My dream […]