Category: destruction
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Getting through it
I don’t know how to deal with this coronavirus situation. None of us do. All of it seems so surreal. I feel anger, because so many people have lost their lives and their jobs. There’s widespread suffering, fear and panic. I feel grief, because none of them deserved to go this way. Being attacked by…
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The Monastery
I find myself standing in a long queue in a dimly-lit hall. There’s an aisle leading up to a door framed by thick, heavy curtains. Long, steely corridors. Red granite floors. Sunlight struggling to permeate through the dark tapestries. I see a young man in a maroon toga, scrambling down the aisle. His head…
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The Bolt
It was the end. It was finally, truly, the ultimate end. It wasn’t like one of Nostradamus’ prophecies, or the farcical 2012 prediction, or the old blokes who sat around a bonfire waiting for it to happen. No, this time, it was real. She felt goose pimples forming all over her skin, as the storm…
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Mind over matter
You know what? The mind is a vile, corrosive, self-destructive time bomb just waiting to lead you head-on to your doom. It fills your head with despicable thoughts, it makes you stay awake all night thinking of all the abysmal things you have done and are doing in life, in compels you to lie in…
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"Even death has a heart."
Here is a small fact: You are going to die. Reading this written in such an offhand way is quite unsettling, isn’t it? Well, maybe death won’t seem so brutal once you read The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. The credit goes to En, for recommending it to me and Chee, for sending it to…