By: Patrick She was beginning to bore me by this point and I was concerned that it was becoming obvious, perhaps in the involuntary saccades my eyes tend to make during uncomfortable social situations. I could feel myself staring at her with an unnatural intensity, a rather unsuccessful ploy to aid in the feigning…
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Welcome to the Jungle
By: Patrick Stepping off the bus, I felt that old, constricting dread surge through my system. London has had this effect on me for as long as I can remember. It’s as if the limitless dreams and possibilities that this great city evokes in so many flood my system and overwhelm me, mutating into…
Tortoises and Hares
By: Patrick According to Walter Benjamin, in 1839 it was considered elegant to take a tortoise out walking. Such was the pace of life that society’s flâneurs and idlers chose to lead. Looking at the endless array of advertisements on the London Underground for cognitive enhancers to ward off idleness and promote a more…
The Drift
By: Patrick Calmness In a hectic world. The soft whisper Of slippers On the marble floor Is unrelenting. Twisted surgery scars, The creamy haze of stale cigars, A beer in a special glass, Splintered hearts In an ornamental vase. Step from scene to scene, Locked in that world for hours Until all that remains…
It’s strange how people create whole worlds out of nothing
By: Patrick It’s strange how people create whole worlds out of nothing. Kids can turn plants and bushes into war zones; adults carve out intricate patterns from millions of haphazard dots in the night sky. Even I, never renowned for the flamboyance of my inner world, manage to do it once in a while….