Aftermaths

Three: The Shore, The Aftermath — Fueled with a new set of determination, despite the horrible pain and big limping strides, I went on deep inside the forest. Now full of normal green leaves, the overly orange hues also had subsided. Still lingering there but my vision has become much clearer. The wind now carried a…

How many last chances will we have to dump the garbage, well, after all, in the aftermath, a blow-up bill is to take place on the very square meter we’re standing. Mortgage, in the Latin language, doesn’t sound that well. We better off clean up the mess right away, before some modern…

It’s a beautiful day in the city of Seattle. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the coffee is hot. But little did I know, this was the day that everything would change. The day that Seattle would finally collapse. The Beginning of the End I was just getting off of work as…

I have been petrified by my own nuclear fallout. Having detonated all the words and feelings that plagued me, unspoken for too long, there was no blast zone at all, as if they exploded in the void of space. Before the holidays, I declared I was breaking up with my…

As the world reels under the impact of a rapidly spreading pandemic, it’s difficult to imagine what the future holds. But one thing is certain: the world as we know it will never be the same. The COVID-19 pandemic has brought about unprecedented changes in every aspect of life, from…

#330: Aftermath, The Rolling Stones It’s 2022. (Right? Still? Somehow?) Aftermath was recorded in 1966, making it 56 years old. Well, I hate to be the person to tell you this unhappy fact, but here it is: With each passing day, the Rolling Stones become a little less relevant. That’s…

14 November #NFT #Developers #DeFi&Trading 🖼 NFT FTX contagion victim Deepak.eth puts NFT collection up for sale The founder of the Chain blockchain infrastructure company, who goes by the internet pseudonym Deepak.eth, took to Twitter to announce the sale of their nonfungible token (NFT) collection. Deepak.eth tweeted that the collection will either be…

This moment most alone — Standing at the edge of time, This moment most alone. I look to the horizon, The places I called home. This moment most alone Filled with my old memories, The places I called home, What now becomes of me? Filled with my old memories, So many forgotten days, What now…

Preparedness. Aftermath. — Truly awful writing aims below the belt and strikes Nana’s burial plot underfoot. Attempted nonfiction sagas where inner bloodthirsty demons wrestle ripping mind from flesh minus critiques or edits, growling against evil slain. But contenders stagger forward bruised and ink-stained, perhaps better writers for tomorrow’s wars. As a child, word tapestries came effortlessly. The source of writing soul as I…