I ate the apple and fled the garden, I built civilizations and crushed them, all in one breathe. I killed mammoths with pointy spears and bathed forests with great fires. I rode horseback as knights protecting kings, took the form of roaming ronins during the Edo period, chopped heads in Nanjing for my emperor, and dropped nuclear bombs in Hiroshima in the name of freedom. … Continue reading Y
A moment of magic. That’s what I thought I’d experience. I remember, I, a child chasing the seductive ball around the endless green pitch, my first love was football, the charming European cousin to the American brute. And much like a bitter ending to a French new wave film we parted ways, she was far too good for me, I was not up to the … Continue reading Journalism and a momentary rant with no purpose from a disciple
Today was my first time waking into any form of an art gallery, I would often pass by them and think them too exclusive and elite for me to simply understand, never mind entering their immense presence, I felt like I’ll be a frog among princes. Yet this week I found some spare bravery and attended Art Toronto 2021. As part of my habit I … Continue reading what the hell was I doing in an art gallery today?
It’s a brisk morning today, the air is cold with a taste of melancholy, I miss something, something that is still here. Death, why do you come around so gingerly. Oh heavens, something’s staring at me, something that breathes down my neck with a stench of familiarity. I don’t need to speak your name, you’ll just keep picking at my wounds with your sharp talons, … Continue reading To You, Familiar Demon