Just in case anyone missed me during the past six or seven weeks, I was busy. First with summer holidays, then with a massive work combo of September deadlines. I also finished a novel, as someone with extremely keen inference capabilities might have guessed from the feature image already. Although finished is perhaps a bit … Continue reading Back on Track
How I Didn’t Catch a Fish
Sorry for posting this two days behind the intended schedule, just in case you care. Few weeks off meant I had to engage in a tedious fight with needy backlog imps. The good news is that now I'm rather sleep-deprived but back on track, more or less. If you've read the last rant in these … Continue reading How I Didn’t Catch a Fish
Do you know that eggs of the most wonderful phoenix species are made of rainbow? They don't hatch too often. One needs a nice big cataclysm. Only that can awaken the slumbering whirl of dull colours that holds the life of a phoenix in timeless suspense. What kind of cataclysm exactly, you ask? Rumour has … Continue reading Phoenix Awakening
How I Didn’t Kill Myself
All right, let's get one thing straight from the very beginning. If you know me, or if you're particularly fussy about death, you may want to think twice before reading on. The style of this post is meant to be as morbidly playful as the rest of these gruesome recollections, yet it is exactly about … Continue reading How I Didn’t Kill Myself
Ever heard of those mythical creatures, basilisks? One look at them and you're petrified. One jab of their venomous beak and your blood turns to acid, eating and withering your flesh inside out. Got that? Now, imagine a depressed, suicidal basilisk. Would it be as simple as nibbling on himself in front of a mirror? … Continue reading Depressed Basilisk
How I Didn’t Toss My Son Off a Bridge
Last time I mentioned we're soon about to get to the rock bottom of these series about my madness. We're nearly there, but you won't get the treat just yet. First we need bit of a buildup. I'll tell you a story that is quite funny in a way. Only it also turned out to … Continue reading How I Didn’t Toss My Son Off a Bridge
The chicken felt uneasy the whole day. Something vile was brewing in its head, something that wanted to burst out and spill all over the world. The thing roiled and boiled in the poor chicken's skull but nothing would happen. Not until the night fell. Shortly after the sun had crept under the horizon, the … Continue reading Fractal Dance
How I Didn’t Burn Out
The last four posts in these series dealt with an unhealthy exposure to death as a possible reason of my madness. While that theory seemed really tempting for a while, I eventually ruled it out. Not completely, mind you, but at some stage I became sure that my life-long deathly contemplations and the actual premature … Continue reading How I Didn’t Burn Out
The hippo had a dream of orange lakes. Water was not enough for her anymore. She hoarded all the oranges there were in the world, ate them and cooked herself in an immense pot. When she was ready, she cut her body in half. Fiery rivers and lakes of sticky jelly slowly spilled over the … Continue reading Hipporange
So What’s My Problem with Death, Really?
This is the last post in these series that involves actual people dying. At least for a good long while, I hope. If you've been here before, you might know about Mates, Apacka and Berry. They were my friends, and they are all dead. They've gone way before the fickle beast of life expectancy statistics … Continue reading So What’s My Problem with Death, Really?