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"Life is supposed to be difficult," he said taking a long swig for his ornate hip flask, "It’s the struggle against the infinite violence of a universe.” I smiled, perhaps he was right or perhaps he was just an asshole making it up as he went along, but the gravity of his remark struck me unexpectedly. The default to life was indeed struggle, for all life not just intelligent life; why would I be exempt. I didn’t care for the man and his insidious gloat of pomposity. Nothing is absolute, nothing certain, which makes the possibilities boundless. The joy of life is making it from one moment to the next through adversity and earning the things the things people say about you when you arrive at your freshly dug grave carried by those you hold dearest.

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

The Island

In my sleep I see a place, a mountainous island of great beauty. With bright blue seas and yellow sands that stretch for miles. Here I live on the side of a hill overlooking a thickly forested valley.

By day I travel on the only train to a job that brings me joy, where the boss hands out chocolate sundaes and we discuss poetry, art and literature and how to make this place great.

In the evening all my friends (yes all of you) gather on the balcony to watch the sunset while drinking Champagne or warm spiced cider in colder times.


In the valley below fires are lit and music rises, so we set off to find the savage joy of forgotten times, pushing through the clinging vegetation to reach the clearing. Here we dance under the starry moonlight like flickering flames.

And in a dark corner two souls meet and see each other for the first time, eyes locked they kiss like limpets and we all share the joy of their green Love.   

I wake disoriented and alone, momentarily snatching at the utopia lost but happy to have been apart of something so ethereal. 
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