recluse

I am in the midst of what I call a form of “literary rehabilitation”. I guess you can call it a kind of recluse. Do not expect to hear from me anytime soon. Nor should you expect to see long posts. Nor any haikus. Until I figure out what is wrong with me, I will disappear. I hope it won’t take long. But I promise, I promise that I will return better and stronger. So sayonara, writing.

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d.i.d

it’s been a mess lately. i was a mess. mary came down yesterday and called me an asshole. i shrugged. then as per normal she ran away. kate was devastated. martin tried to console her but to no avail. the thing about mary is that she is blunt and she is always right, and the thing about kate is that she misses mary alot and wants her to stay. martin, the poor 6 year old, knew something was wrong but just don’t possess the capability to handle the situation. and i stood there in the midst of all those and did nothing. well not absolutely nothing, i heeded hugo’s advice: let it all go. hugo is smart and intellectual and realistic but he rarely appears, and when he does things get done. the truth is, i need hugo. but he is no where to be found.