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The Genres of Life

The Genres of Life

Month: May 2020

“A Still Silence.” by Imaan Siddiq

A Still Silence. Why does the beauty lie behind the curse? This curse of inadequacy, of death. This whiteness that destroys the dark, Inside of you and me. For we aren’t just colours, We are the absence of colours. The presence of intensity of sentiment.   As I bow down to my eternal end, To […]

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“Everything is F*cked: A Book About Hope” by Mark Manson

A look cast briefly or intricately at the scheme of works unfolding and concealed around us simultaneously offers an in-depth breakdown of how our lives are incessantly controlled by these invisible forces, that suck us in this black-hole which constructs this facade of the illusion of hope and choice. It is quite an interesting prospect […]

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“The Crimson Sky” by Imaan Siddiq

The Crimson Sky The shedding of crimson, Into the vessel of existence. Lieu the vessel of inconsequential cosmic dust, Calling out to the breathing herd.   The crimson sky, Like the cloth of majestic imperialism. The way and the feel of the sturdy veins, On the crimson withered autumn leaf, That ran unhindered, inescapable.   […]

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“Men Without Women” by Haruki Murakami

It is only when the rain ceases to exist that the land apprehends it’s withering and wilting, and only when the verdant landscape burns to embers does the bird apprehend the shade of the fruitful tree, only when the rhapsodies fade does the ears apprehend the monotony, and only when the vision forfeits do the […]

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“The Silence of Disbelief.” – The Fourth Absolution

It is with a certain uncertainty that one color merges with the other on a plane of symmetry to ensure fulfillment of satisfaction. It is also with utmost confidence and delicacy that the palette knife cuts into the colors to declare its underlying ruthlessness to thus give birth to uncharted beauty as the colors forget […]

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“A Hand to be Held” – The Third Absolution

It is often in the flurry of faces that one overlooks that which they’re left behind with. A feeling of solitude kicks in with nothing but a recession of sentiment to forget the pang of grievances that resort to color your life black, white and grey. It is often by looking at others that one […]

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