Friday, June 24, 2011


How does one approach insanity? By what criteria can we judge it? Is recognition sufficient to making a claim that it insanity is manifesting itself? Would Kant’s list of categories regarding the judgment of beauty—quality, quantity, relation, and modality—apply to judging insanity, particularly one’s own?
Insanity feels like a shadow lurking beneath moving, vibrant vessels, feigning deep sleep as it chases laminated dreams across stained pages. drained of hope it seeks meaning by aligning shattered glass, deciphering the message of a broken bottle, tossed night after night after night when the sunrise is brilliant advancing straight to the heart, but is soon enveloped by an endless chain of jasmine fragranced shadows and nothing else.

Friday, June 3, 2011


If I had to choose one word to describe life it would be flicker. Life consists of an on and off rhythm presenting us with our greatest challenges when it's off, and all turns pitch-dark like the womb of a spider and we're asked to crawl within and against. An unsteady movement like our eyelids as we glance onto the sun. It makes you question the reality of life and all we deem real.