“Individualism is a form of escapism, if you refuse to take responsibility for another’s life and expect them to manage their own.” “But are others not happy with their freedom?” “Maybe, they need help. Can we dissociate ourselves from a collective human responsibility?” “No. But you need to differentiate exchange from charity, and authoritarianism from … Continue reading Escapism
“The birds have been set free.” “Not all. This is a red light area, and there are many inside the cages inside the building. Call the police for a rescue operation.” I wonder why some faces in the room turned red. (211 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/03/26/twittering-tales-129-26-march-2019/
“Is there a story surrounding this structure?” “Yes. A genie appears whenever thunder strikes the structure, and unleashes destruction on the world.” The sky changed color. I saw lightning, and stretched out my hands to wring the guide’s neck. I wondered what was getting inside me. Or rather WHO? I guess destiny finds a medium … Continue reading Genie
Stains of distrust on the psyche got deeper and difficult to erase, as I saw your imperviousness to the color of my dreams. Relationships have different hues at different stages in life – what matters is the intensity. Love and mutual respect should be un-erasable pigments responding to external inputs, and creating different shades, but … Continue reading Fading
I bless my luck as I spot the first swallow of the season. It is eternal inspiration to think of the 1200 journeys it undertakes to build a nest. I am about to shift base to another city, and it mentally prepares me for the task that lies ahead. If they can, why can’t I … Continue reading Swallow
“There is a right time to pluck the tomatoes. You have both green and red ones on the same plant.” “My tomatoes suffer from an identity crisis. Juicy, the red one at the top is not sure why is it not a part of the decorative salad bowl. The green ones do not fancy being … Continue reading Birds of the same feather?
How can my muse be apart from me? It is all that I’d like to be. It could also be the exact antithesis of that, I so love to whip. But the relativity is unmistakable. I may not have the courage to admit it’s me. Something or someone that once walked on the territory of … Continue reading Demons