I woke up to the yellow shade of a sunrise in the early, misty haze resulting from dropped temperatures. For many years, I had forgotten the magical light that encloses the North during these dark and cold times. As I…
Category: Quasi-philosophy
Not quite philosophy, not quite anything else. Simply deeper thoughts for those deeper moments.
Maybe I have rabies… or saving Se-bat-sian
His English accent breaks somewhere between Italian and German. Easily over 80 years old, his hands tremble as he writes down the name of the church he thinks I should visit. In the footsteps of a pandemic, the economic disaster…
Breaking the fourth wall
When I was younger, I used to think I had all the answers. Now I feel like don’t even know the question – if there even is one. Very “Hitchhiker” of me. I guess I’ve always had a bit of…
Mufasa fell to his death: thoughts on pain and sorrow
It is entirely by accident that my bench in the sun is situated at an animal graveyard. But it provides a sort of appropriate absurdity that it is in between the beloved remains of what once were parakeets and kittens…
…and a world held its breath
The rapid spread of covid-19 got the whole world standing on their toes. And what is the health hazard for hundreds of thousands, is the economic collapse of hundreds of millions. Everything postponed, everything cancelled. People losing their jobs. Local…
Sea of Secrets
The mist rolls in like a wave, without warning and as inescapable as breathing. In the cold air, an airborne sea of water droplets form a unity solely enabled through complete separation; particles prohibited to fuse into drops too heavy…
Sunyata
The past few week, maybe months, I have been increasingly fascinated by the concept of dissolving one’s own individuality. Similarly to how a stone on the beach gets softer and more uniform with repeated caresses from sand and waves. Hard…
At a cafe in Jodhpur, India
The sun sets in a blaze of passionate orange that within minutes turns into the violent passion of purple. Me and Daffodil are in Jodhpur, India, and after one of those perfect days
Three lines to call for divine intervention
If you let it, travel invites you to interesting meetings. Meetings that teach you something about other people, about the world and, more surprisingly, about yourself. My previous search for purpose and an smidgen of inner peace was long ago…
A Song of Rain and Fire
Visiting Varanasi, the Hindu city of Death I never feared death much. Death being either the end as the complete obliteration of the senses, or the beginning in the sense of a reaching a new world, a paradise through the mercy of a divine,…