Butterfly…

It starts with madness, of course, it does. A sort of fidgeting of the soul.  A restlessness. You begin by plotting your own career downfall from corporate superstar on the rise to wandering hipster sleeping on a warmed wooden floor in a Jjimjilbang (Korean public bathhouse), drinking Soju and eating pig’s ears. It is completely unreasonable. Why would anyone want to leave a sometimes racist, … Continue reading Butterfly…

The Playground

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Dear Nameless,

I had started writing you an article. Actually, I have made three attempts and ended up with three unfinished articles that I really don’t like the sound of.

It’s hard for me to write anything other than what I’m feeling. Hard to induce humour and joy into a subject that has been a constant source of worry and anguish for over six months more now.

I am so very stressed and completely tired. I feel trapped in a rat race. A pointless merry go round.  So much labour expended for so little if any return. Continue reading “The Playground”