man in progress: Archive

THE SHAMBLING HORDES

Is it wrong that I feel pity, even anger, towards the majority of the people around me, who walk around aimlessly with their heads down, wallowing in their ego and self-pride? I look at them, at their faces - sad, clueless and eager. Eager to lap up any morsel of attention and recognition they can get they stubby, grubby claws on. Clueless, because they are oblivious of the vicious,...

Dec 28th

I've seen this happen in other people's lives, and...

Dec 27th

I’ll be on a nice break for the next four days. And during this time, I’m not gonna fucking check my email, or my phone, or Facebook, or any of that bullshit. I hope I get to go somewhere nice and wild, somewhere far from buildings and people.

Dec 23rd

Dec 22nd

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WILLST DU BIS DER TOD, DER SCHEIDE, SIE LIEBEN...

Dec 22nd

“There is not love of life without despair about life”

– Albert Camus, Lyrical and Critical Essays (1970)

Dec 21st

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Dec 20th

AND IN THE DARKENED UNDERPASS I THOUGHT, "OH GOOD...

But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn’t ask

Dec 19th

Dec 18th

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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita

Well, we’ve good good news and bad news. I’ve got braces recently, and man do they suck. Not only do I look like a friggin retard walking around with metal shit in my teeth, those metal shit also scratch my friggin mouth, so it really friggin hurts when I eat. Or talk. Or breathe. Maybe I should try not breathing, that should help. I had to extract 6 teeth, which was hell. (Luckily...

Dec 16th

Dec 12th

Shit, I'm becoming one of them.

I remember a book I’ve read quite a while back, it was by Franz Kafka. Die Verwandlung, The Metamorphosis, I think it was called. It was a great book. A sad and horrifying one. I can feel myself turning into one of them. A disgusting creature, just like in the book. After I came back from overseas, I felt different, you know. I was a changed man, and I didn’t feel chained to...

Dec 10th

Dec 8th

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Dec 5th

Togyu

When autumn winds blow not one leaf remains the way it was.

Dec 4th

Dec 3rd

Dokyo Etan

Here in the shadow of death it is hard To utter the final word. I’ll only say, then, “Without saying.” Nothing more, Nothing more.

Dec 2nd

Dec 1st

The river

There was a man, and there was a woman. Put the stars to blame, call fate the criminal. It didn’t matter. They saw each other. Their eyes locked for the briefest moment. Their eyes locked. They saw each other. The man took the woman by the arm, and together they went. They laughed at their smiles, and smiled at their laughs; There was this strange warmness in his heart that the man...

Nov 30th