If I say everything that flows through my head, the world would freeze in fear. Instead I suffocate my thoughts into nothingness…
“Sometimes the one who appeared the least guilty was, in fact, the most culpable.”
Renee Pawling ‘Web of Deceit’
Memories don’t have to be painful, you know. Because when we make them, pain is never the intention.
Miranda A. Uyeh
To Die Once
Million thoughts are rambling on at the speed of an atom of Diaspora – [the world of Greg Egan] – in my mind.
My concentration feels prostituted, touched by every fleeting idea.
Why is it I cannot focus on the task at hand but make space for daydreaming?
I feel my brain cells coloured with ridiculous premises that the heart dares to send.
How could my heart betray me?
She is selling my emotions to my source of reason, eager for the taste of a thrill.
A cheap thrill!
Nothing makes sense any more; everything is in code, translated through numbers.
Is it on purpose? I do not usually speak numbers; my thought process shuts down at the sight of numbers.