They cascade,
then
they don’t.
Drier, than a drought.
Then, they sprout.
Filling the world.
Tag: writing
Skateboards
In my day job, I spend a lot of my time in and around “action sports”, which means my job is probably not something that can be considered a job. To relax I tend to either throw myself along kerbs on a skateboard or I mess around with music.Read More »
The Knock
“Allow me one moment.”
It’s my doorstep, why should I? You’ve already imposed yourself on me. Brought yourself to my sanctum and now you feel entitled enough to take up more of my time. If I’d wanted to talk to you, needed your services I would have contacted you. Why did you feel you could walk up my path, knock on my door, and try and impose your will on me? What makes you better than all the people who walk up and down my street and never feel the urge to come to my door? What gave you the right to disturb my day, to knock me out of my stride, to stop me from enjoying my own simple pleasures? Why did you feel it would be okay to come and disturb me? Why are you so entitled?
“Sure,” I replied.
The Squirrel
They watch.
They learn.
Sowing seeds of dissent in my mind.
AFK
AFK
