Perhaps the fact that this book was written in the mid 19th century, the early years of the British domination over the world through its colonies, influenced the superlative sense of self, and a disdain of the other.
Last night, I was exhausted. Exhausted with the world, and my interactions with it. So I sank into bed and picked up where I had left off in the Granta "Horror" anthology, and landed right into the tight action of Bolaño's story. Firstly, a note about this anthology- these are not the horror stories of … Continue reading The Colonel’s Son, Roberto Bolaño
Every single night I make the bed Every single morning I make the bed And one day I'll be dead
Before Donald Trump came around, the POTUS represented a machinery that I found beautifully precise and well-oiled. A large part of this was due to soft propaganda that we had been exposed to, ever since God made Hollywood. Thus, a US president could never be an idiot. The capitalist machinery and the huge premium that … Continue reading Becoming, Michelle Obama
Another airport purchase, like most of the crime paper-backs in my house. The kind of book that after you have read it, you are not quite sure whether you are disappointed or not by it.
I looked back at some photographs. And I am already bored of all the years to come. It's the same old same old same old same old