Boredom. And firecrackers.

In my part of the world, life is currently non-existent. When I say my part of the world, I mean that fraction of a space where I live – under a rock. Here, the reigning king, His Highness Exam III, has put a ban on all things good and this includes the will to exist.
I hope you can forgive me for not visiting your blogs. It is hard to resist, but once I start perusing the blogosphere, I hardly ever go back to what I should be doing (drowning in 7.65 tons of literature). But I’ll get right to it as soon as I’m done with my exams. So while I battle my existential crisis, here’s a little treat for you guys.

 

Delirium

A deified gulp

The sin?
My name.

In the name they Sin
and sing
of the Sins they Sing,
and
erase many a men;

base rats rule the world,
cutthroats revered,
deep cuts and rum tins?

A mark of intrepid pretense
while death –
the reward.

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Lest this post strike you as perhaps a tad abstract, let me take this opportunity to apologise for I find myself gripped firmly in the talons of an existential crisis and this is the most sensible thing to come out of the camera as well as my pen. Oh, and in case you’re wondering what that light is, it’s the flash from my Nokia E-5. This photograph has not been edited at all, not even the slightest bit. No, nada, nil. Zilch.