There are no short answers to any "why". It's always subjective and requires lengthy explanation.
Short Scribbles
A collection of independent short stories and thoughts. I started writing these on my other blog (Random Scribbles), and then decided to start a separate one for this genre of writing. The dates for the first thirteen posts are misleading: they were written and posted long before the dates indicated here.
Friday 20 September 2024
Wednesday 11 September 2024
Sorry Scribble 37
Reading takes away as much as it gives. It tramples upon a mind that's filled with ideas of the contract of reading brings in ones that overlap with ideas already present in the mind. It rewires sacred lines of thinking before they are recorded and can bury ideas so deeply that they're lost to you forever. Or it can alter what you'd originally thought of - or worse, slap another's name onto an idea you'd come up with - albeit one that existed already in literature, and puts you in a position where you must quote the one who claimed its ownership before you by publishing it, just so that your statement received objective validity.
Reading is as destructive as it is creative.
I believe completely in emptying yourself of your own ideas to the best extent you can through writing before you pick a single book.
Saturday 25 May 2024
Short Scribble 36
A clear mind is a rare find.
The present moment is all you have now. Don't waste time wanting something else.
Wednesday 22 May 2024
Short Scribble 35
When consciousness is wounded, imprinting on another piece of consciousness is the medicine.
Basking in compassionate attention can heal.
Short Scribble 34
Intelligence is discipline of organizing and applying memory to thought, not something surreal.
Organized thought is intelligence.
Thursday 16 May 2024
Thursday 4 April 2024
Short Scribble 32
If there's a God, why does he enjoy placing a like in my soul and watching it play out
Short Scribble 38
There are no short answers to any "why". It's always subjective and requires lengthy explanation.
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She peeped into her father's room and saw him bending over, his hand moving fast. The computer's screen saver came on, as her ...
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Lies my camera, Lie her lips, Lies the crowd, And all my friends, Lies she, the woman I know, Better than she knows herself, I know...