For some strange reason, I have been thinking of the internet lately. I have been contemplating the purpose of the internet . . . and though there are many ways in which it connects people together, there are also many ways in which it makes human interactions increasingly impersonal. It is as if the world is transitioning into a technical matrix ( Read more... )

A sea of black with velvet undertows that create ripples along the inky surface that mirrors what is seen like a looking glass.

I can hear you singing to me in my sleep . . .

What to do with time when there is so much of it?

A question to answer in a week . . .

Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out ( Read more... )

The soft tendrils of mist hanging upon the air slowly started to disappear as the sun rose above the horizon. Water still saturated the ground from the night's showers. There was a brisk bite to the air that was refreshing and at the same time chilling. The only sounds that could be heard were the passings of cars and the soft melodies of bird

For the Workforce, Drowning

Falling from the top floor, your lungs fill like parachutes, the windows go rushing by, the people inside, they're dressed for the funeral in black and white. These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet, filed in the cubicle, without a name, just numbers on a resume, stored in the mainframe, marked for delete. ( Read more... )

Today in class I composed this:

We, the students of Building K of Meadowbank TAFE, as of November 3 of 2005, hereby declare by general consensus, to have reason to complain as to the temperature and ventilation of the aforementioned building. The intolerable increasing summer heat, as well as the lack of proper ventilation, has on numerous ( Read more... )

Raindrops hang from the railings like crytalized beads of purity. A heavy dampness hangs upon the air. Every breath fills with its refreshing taste, every exhalation leads to a new tasting of its sweetness. The sunlight paints the clouds a pallid grey, leaving a bleached earth below. Tendrils of mist pass through the trees like a trail of dragon's ( Read more... )

I am tired of being considered as a stereotypical American who's responsible for all of America's actions. I am only 1 of 260,000,000. I have no national pride and am not responsible for any nation or individual, aside from myself. Since I am in a foreign country, it's considered that I am what the world's perception of Americans is: loud, arrogant ( Read more... )