With every passing day one realises the shortness of life and the mundane perceptions of humans. One lives life in the present, constantly wishing to change the past and hoping to tamper with the future. Why? Why this constant struggle within the subconscious? Maybe it is the imminent fear that one may die tomorrow. Well, in a manner of speaking, one is inching closer to the day when one ceases to exist. Behind one leaves trails of love and patience, mistakes and confessions and nights spent staring at the ceiling.
Within these pages you will find a string of stories and poems reflecting the sublime nature of imagination coupled with the ordinary persistence of homo sapiens.