I’m, so far, a depression survivor. It’s a mixture of depressing and hilarious. I’ve started to collect the weirdest, dumbest and most illogical things people tell me when I mention that I have depression. I usually mention it as a disclaimer—and for comic relief because depressed people tend to love black humour. It somehow fits
Month: December 2017
I went out shooting for a bit today. There’s chronically nothing to shoot around. So I made do with the seasonal enhancements to the village square. I deliberately toned down the bright colours and cheeky glitter in some parts of the photos. To me, this is a more appropriate representation of the season than the
Whatever. Here’s my painstakingly hand-crafted happy holiday card.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Meaningful. This year’s last photo challenge is supposed to be meaningful. I actually read the instructions in the post, because that’s what I do, and the idea is to post a photo that is meaningful. That is an impossible task because nothing is inherently meaningful. Things are only
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Ascend.
People swarm and swell And form a dumb mass Of bodies to fill the train Their vital signs are sound Except—they are dead And there are too many of them In this hell hole of a train Don’t they have somewhere else To be—or un-be—these undead? Like, I don’t know— Home, for instance? I’m open
Elbow to elbow | Thigh to thigh The guy on a packed bus | Sitting next to me No | On top of me He’s in my personal space | I’m in his Hardly humans, more pigs | In slaughterhouse no. five Thrown together by chance | Forced to intimacy With strangers | We are
Autumn is dead. Here are mugshots for its tombstone. It was back in October when one could still go out without risking death of exposure. Oh well. One more reason not to go out.