Journal

I am the outsider - looking in (Part one)

Lately, I’ve been seeing things differently. Life, differently.
You could call it viewing the world as an outsider from the inside.
Or, fascinatingly enough, and equally as true, from the inside – out.
It may be a seemingly confusing concept to grasp, but, from my inside out, topsy turvey view, it makes complete and utter sense.
For, from this perspective I am able to simultaneously experience and reflect on my experience at any given moment. I am starting to see and believe that this is the fundamental secret to all of life, and sadly the most cliched one at that.
Carpediem. Seize the moment. “Eat and drink, for tomorrow we die”… Live in the moment. Be present… Let go of the past. There is only today. Live now… and probably another good one to remember: “memento mori” (remember that you a…

Strange Beginnings

The house was an interesting one. It was comprised of about 5 rooms, in total of which my brother and I occupied only 2.
When we first moved in the other 3 had been enthusiastically – but briefly -investigated in a frantic race to claim shotgun over the best possible personal space. However, after being showered by giant daddy-long-legs and ensnared in their invisible wisps of web, our initial burst of enthusiam faltered and dimmed, mirrowing the dreary gloom of the dark, one-windowed spider infested rooms.
Their dark and forbodding depths taunted us on a subconscious level, and after a while it was a joint, unspoken consent between my brother and I that led to their hurried conversion to storage, improvised boarding up of the doors and tiny windows, and thereafter, the followed lack of ac…

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