“Every morning upon awakening,” Salvador Dali once wrote, “I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali, and I ask myself, wonder-struck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dali.”
I feel inspired. It’s Monday but I feel enraged with passion, like my insides are about to burst. I don’t usually feel that way on Monday, or not on most days. Who knows how long this feeling will last, but right now I don’t care. I’m content. This is often triggered by reminiscing. I went […]
The sun found its way through my shades, hitting me at such an angle I had no choice but to awaken from my slumber. The warmth of the room was almost unbearable, and the rays of light only made it worse.
It was another temporary dream of floating under the sea Where the air was packed tighter than a tin of sardines. The helplessness of my body and mind to reach a plateau — Death was imminent a long time ago. The dial tone of friendships fading and cascading into a heap of smeared paint on […]