shamiana

Have we, as humans, reached the ugly end? Do we need a League of Shadows? Humans were not supposed to live this way.without dignity, without security,without compassion. Animals are better, indeed. They don't succumb to greed or mindless pleasures. I've never felt so nervous.helpless.utterly disconsolate.I seek answers within.For, the without is so bleak. I am ashamed to be a human being. We need to redefine humanity. A spineless species that loves to loathe and celebrate: everything. We are happy to update our Facebook statuses, read or write blogs, condemn violence in each n every form; with equal promptness, we  share our joy and  success. As I sit and write this the futility of this endeavor becomes palpably real. Yes, I am sad. Depressed. The next step for me is to crawl into a hole and die. But, if I die now it would be a luxury. I've everything I always wanted a great family, a good job, decent circle of friends.Still, there is a silence within and a shatterin

There goes the fleeting moment  Mocking me. There comes the night  Soft and stealthy  following me  Through the day Is the darkness that  keeps devouring  me. Guess I fear nothing now. Soon, life would  walk away shamelessly without me.

Reading JMG Le Clezio has been a revelation.It has been therapeutic too. It has helped me get over my Conrad fixation. Le Clezio takes further the journey that Conrad began. Somewhere on the way, Camus joins him and the reader is taken on an intense interrogation of the human mind. Dealing with anxiety of exploration and thrills of voyage. The tussle between nature and culture. Empty spaces fascinate both, Conrad and Le Clezio.  "There was nothing else on earth, nothing, no one.They were born of the desert, they could follow no other path. They said nothing. Wanted nothing. The wind swept over them, through them, as if there were no one on the dunes. They had been walking since the very crack of dawn without stopping, thirst and weariness hung over them like a lead weight. Their cracked lips and tongues hard and leathery. Hunger gnawed their insides. They couldn't have spoken. They had been as mute as the desert for so long, filled with the light of the sun burning d