Thursday, 22 May 2014

--The beginning--‏

The sharp metallic hands on my white-faced wrist watch have just passed midnight.

I'm resting my back on a large striped cushion squinting into an endless black mass of rippling water with a real cigarette drooping out the left side of my mouth swirling a small glass of scotch in my hand..

There are no artificial flood lights illuminating my living quarters,

only a dim white beam of light coming directly down from a full moon, giving me just enough clarity to make out the tiny little carvings of people's names, fishes, diamonds and references to my incarceration that are scattered across a long wooden table..

It is a little bit cold.

I have a nice jacket that one of my freinds in Greece sent me
draped across the chair next to me but i'll be okay for now..

As soon as i spark this lighter up i'll probably forget about the cold..


It's taken me a while to put these words together.

I've been unsure of where to start..

In fact i'm STILL unsure of where to start..

Don't worry.


 It will come to me..

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Wisdom of Life

"The wise man will, above all, strive after freedom from pain and annoyance,
quiet and leisure, consequently a tranquil, modest life, with as few encounters
as may be; and so, after a little experience of his so-called fellowmen,
he will elect to live in retirement, or even, if he is a man of great intellect,
in solitude.

 For the more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people-
the less, indeed, other people can be to him. This is why a high degree of intellect
tends to make a man unsocial. True, if  quality of intellect could be made up for by quantity,
it might be worth while to live even in the great world; but unfortunately,
a hundred fools together will not make one wise man."

 -Arthur Schopenhauer