A WHISPER IN YOUR HEAD

7:00 am Good morning reader! Thing is my roommate had to leave at 5 for some affairs. Being a light sleeper, annoyingly here I am wide awake.  I haven't seen the morning sun in so long, went to the roof, touched the dew drops when I suddenly got an Andrew Tate level motivation to write, so here I am. Let's talk about them video games! To begin with I've only witnessed a little part of the great history of video games myself. I haven't been part of the ps2 era although I currently own one with no games to play with (insert sad face). Most of my earlier experience comes with pc games. The oldest games I remember playing was them flash player games. They had these Bin Laden games no kidding. One of them is called Bomb Laden, the dude pops up in the desert and you bomb him. There was another where you get to beat him up till he died. Some propaganda shit and I had no clue who the man was. Oof got to a bad start huh. Don't worry reader, it does no...

Its something that has been chiming in my head since I read Flights by Olga Tokarczuk.   Changes I am at the end of my course and like everyone others, I too feel it. The fear of missing, the fear of failing, the fear of the great unknown. Its time to move on make new choices, new faces, new stories, new lives. I think I'm gonna do the Frost even though I hate clich é (I really love this) Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth. -The Road Not Taken So back to the book. It speaks about travel, observations, anatomy, philosophy all mingled with main plots and unrelated subplots. At the end of the reading it all comes together like a jigsaw puzzle forming a bigger picture. One of the ideas is about how life is no less different than this. All of us living our own little stories, fighting our battles, crying, laughing, our subtle actions having enor...

Greetings readers! Its been forever since the last one. The reason could be perhaps the fact that out of all the fleeting thoughts nothing seemed to stay at one place. However something was bugging me for quite a lot of time so I've decided to flush it out. Like all professional texts that start with a cool quote from someone 'famous' I too have got something from the internet  Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. -George Eliot Well yes now you know what I'm going to rant about today as the title suggested. Just a disclaimer dear reader, all what follows are just my own opinion. I can only imagine what everyone has gone through and everyone has got their own opinions and degrees of feelings on this. Anyways, lets cut to the chase shall we? Death is something I can never truly understand, perhaps no one could. It joins hands with time and comes straight at you like a runaway train and is as strange as life is. I happened to pull myself together to...