Written on March 2nd 2011 There was solid rock under my back, a faded brown carved stone half a meter in diameter. My back rested on the flat top made for sitting, There were ten stones arranged in a circle around a central pit fenced with the same material, all surrounding the tree. They weren’t…
It happened quickly it, no more than a flash, and it would’ve been forgotten but for a spur of the moment decision for a seemingly random thing. It was evening, the day before a pre-test for mathematics and Indonesian. I had a sore throat that resulted from an afternoon filled with amateur practice at primal…
Whenever an issue tickles our minds and burns our interest with a peculiar fire, we naturally seek to understand more on the issue, and then define our stance on it. The process is quite reversible though, with many of us creating stances, setting it in dogmatic concrete and waiting for it to dry, before making…
The World is Piss Perfect 