How many moments do we have?
Would we use them wisely if we knew?
Would we be more reckless if we knew?
Would we want to know?
Tag: writing
Today
Today will always be the day, except for when it is tomorrow, then it is another failed attempt to do all those things you said you were going to do. Why do we always try and pressure ourselves into being a “better person.” What is a better person?Read More »
The World
We’re lost in a sea of fiction. We believe in imaginary money but ignore real climate change. We believe the lies of politicians but ignore the truth told by scientists. We believe the racists on social media but ignore the people calling them out. We believe comfortable thoughts while ignoring the world burning.
The world is ending.
There will be no more GDP.
But we still do not act, in case of an economic slowdown.
We are all doomed to die because of imaginary money and wealth.
Supposedly we think we are clever.
Life is a Beach
The world is burning.
The heat suffocating.
Our leaders, can only extol
“Life is a beach”.
Boris
We sit on a train
staring into the abyss.
Is this action, really sane?
My fears, you dismiss.
The abyss, coming closer,
the end ever nearer.
You think you’re the composer
but that is a veneer.
You’re but a puppet
on a cut-price budget.
The Radio
I get back to the car. I sit in my driver’s seat. I don’t feel the urge to do anything else. I just sit there, in silence. I am not looking at anything in particular but everything in general, and it is all weighing on me. The humour of the last few minutes has deserted me, and I don’t want to laugh. I want to cry. I want to beat the steering wheel. I want to scream. I just sit there and don’t look at anything in particular but everything in general.Read More »
The Thirteen Stones
I often mess with both writing and music, I claim to be no expert of either. One of the things that has always interested me is minimalism. I want to say the most in the least. Read More »
