Sunday, 20 July 2008

Einstein once told me that education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.

Why is it that the ones we consider to be the most intelligent to have ever lived, are not the ones that we* ever took/take heed from.

He went on the tell me that - "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."

Summing up wholly, the exact justification of my point.

The revolution starts now, just as Nelson Mandella told me - "Its in our hands".

*be it generalisation in your eyes or not, we = the majority of humanity, though the select few that choose to open their eyes to the quite obvious truth, may be excused from such a label.

Monday, 14 July 2008

Friday, 11 July 2008


There is something about a child's innocence and angelic naivety that can restore a smile upon the face of a man burdened with even the blackest of misery.

With a token red balloon on a string and the most inquisitive of minds, they created an energy within the given environment, that just so much as dried the sodden clothing that many the congregation were sporting, freshly drenched from the typically British summer outside.

Enlightening enough to partially lift a concrete writers block, merely to say that 'oh, how ignorance is bliss, but oh, how wisdom is key'

And so, the non existent sun sets and the artificial glow of London life, highlights the clouds with a rosy haze as we play out, once again, our last scene of this day.

Tuesday, 8 July 2008

Pt 1 Pt 2


My darling.
My dearest;
I write to you with such sincerity in my words, as to say, that every minute that passes, my realisation of fatal addiction to you, grows only stronger by the second.
And as distance can strengthen ones heart, I believe that isolation may do just the same.
For here I sit, confined once again, to the social cut off of my surroundings.
And though my love for my place of rest is eternal, it does not nearly match that of which I have for you.
Please find attached, a single photograph, an image of my life in its current state, entirely summed up in all its monochrome glory.
Sincerely yours.


Oh, but what is this?
A place for both yourself and I, to sit and rest.
To watch the world go by.