A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies

Time. A swirling vortex of mass, substance, and neon luminescent gas. Ever-changing, evolving, turning itself inside and out. A chameleon and a con man. The good guy and the villain. The hero and the arch-nemesis. All-consuming and apathetic. It is everything and it is nothing at all. An illusion. A game. A lie, but oneContinue reading “A Case Of The Wibbly Wobbilies”

The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey

“Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.” ― Henry Miller I’ve been stuck in a time loop for a few weeks so maybe this is coming from a place of madness, loneliness, or too much alone time with my demons. Isolated in my eight hundredContinue reading “The Meaningless Meaning Of An Outbreak Monkey”

The Existential Crisis Of Chipmunk Urine

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”  ― Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul I struggle to consolidate the differences between what I expected from life and how life has turned out. The dreams I had whenContinue reading “The Existential Crisis Of Chipmunk Urine”

A Discovery Of Locution

Words are hard. That’s it, that’s all I wanted to say so, good night. I should probably write more than fourteen words, right? Oo, look at that, I’m at twenty-three…No Thirty. Can I just fill up this entire post with a running word count? Has anyone done that? If so: ballsy. Has anyone read thatContinue reading “A Discovery Of Locution”

At The Risk Of Being Cancelled

“Saints are sinners who kept on going.” – Robert Louis Stevenson How bored are you right now? On a scale of absentmindedly channel surfing to reorganizing your kitchen cupboards for the fourteenth time. Where are you sitting? Somewhere in the middle? Like, what, mop the floors, or try a new banana bread recipe? It hadContinue reading “At The Risk Of Being Cancelled”

Quite Accidentally Controversial…Oops!

Ah, that awkward moment when you realize you have two beliefs, opinions, ideas that completely oppose each other. They sit comfortably on a spectrum but firmly on the farthest ends. Good twin? Bad Twin? Separated at birth? I always wanted a twin, but my mom wasn’t up for a do-over. Claimed it, “Wasn’t medically possible.”Continue reading “Quite Accidentally Controversial…Oops!”

The Rickety Old Boat Is Sinking!

I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder. At least, not in the clinical sense or in a way that would get me cast on some “reality” show. When you walk into my place, you won’t find mountains of boxes, old newspapers, or a maze of dead and useless artifacts. You won’t hear distant sounds of gnawingContinue reading “The Rickety Old Boat Is Sinking!”

A Genuine Menace

I should’ve just gone back to bed. I should’ve called it a day. Hidden somewhere safe. Zipped myself up in a bubble suit, and rolled into a padded broom closet. I know it’s usually a room but, in a pinch, the minimalistic solution will work just fine. Mm, yeah let’s go with a closet withContinue reading “A Genuine Menace”

So I Became The Smoke

Let’s just make a few adjustments, shall we? We need to cover the dark circles under those eyes and add some colour to those cheeks. There, that’s a little bit better. Now the hair, the clothes, and…No, no slouching. Stand up straight. You look like a question mark! Who’s going to believe anything you say,Continue reading “So I Became The Smoke”