Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "feb-2016"
Lisa Hannigan
Have you ever wondered if some other species has survived, following the comet that wiped out the Keepers of those badlands, something other than Homo sapiens may have risen up from our illustrious genus basically out fitting us, the genus that produced us humm….so maybe not so wondrous after all.
There were so many classifications; any one of them could have worked just a little harder to emerge to fill up the evolutionary vacuum left behind along with the huge crater, but alas. Since that catalyst, imagined or forced, there has been only one species that advanced on and on to more than fill the void, to more than get inside, maybe the wrong kind.
So, what if some other selection had a shot at this, d’you think they could have done a better job? Made less of a mess? Could they have been better at all of this?
Because look around you, it’s not such a pretty sight now is it?
Let’s face it; we have failed spectacularly that in the spectacular of now all we can do is watch ourselves gleefully surrender to that failure.
We have failed so utterly, so completely that we are not even slightly miserable by our collective failure.
Whether we live in the good part of the world, or we are staying in the bad parts, either as a hero or the main villain we have failed.
We failed, we’ve failed history and history will fail us.
We have failed the gods that are not there and the gods that are there. Demons are weeping, the angels hallucinating, all the erstwhile gods are drunk, arbitrary absent, not there to fend for themselves.
What is this, all this, what are we but nightmares of things not there. Things that are just not there are having night terrors about us, fearful of us.
Why bother, I'd say to them. We have aborted ourselves despite being born.
People. Everything is fixable. But we can't fix people.
When did all this happen? We shouldn’t be this helpless but we are.
The magic in this world is dwindling, what’s there left of it, the little of it can be found in arts and books only- but certainly not in people.
Though there are all kinds of art forms, still alive and kicking, though the people have stopped reading.
No, tell me when was the last time you read a book that was not written with what was expected of it already in mind?
When will they read what's not being written? When? When they are singing songs of ash and blood?
Not that anyone’s looking for magic in people. Not anymore. It's ironic enough to be an irony, but the magic people seek in people are in the people peopled in books. Is that not sad?
What are we doing ? Where are we going ?
No Really.
What have we not done?
There were so many classifications; any one of them could have worked just a little harder to emerge to fill up the evolutionary vacuum left behind along with the huge crater, but alas. Since that catalyst, imagined or forced, there has been only one species that advanced on and on to more than fill the void, to more than get inside, maybe the wrong kind.
So, what if some other selection had a shot at this, d’you think they could have done a better job? Made less of a mess? Could they have been better at all of this?
Because look around you, it’s not such a pretty sight now is it?
Let’s face it; we have failed spectacularly that in the spectacular of now all we can do is watch ourselves gleefully surrender to that failure.
We have failed so utterly, so completely that we are not even slightly miserable by our collective failure.
Whether we live in the good part of the world, or we are staying in the bad parts, either as a hero or the main villain we have failed.
We failed, we’ve failed history and history will fail us.
We have failed the gods that are not there and the gods that are there. Demons are weeping, the angels hallucinating, all the erstwhile gods are drunk, arbitrary absent, not there to fend for themselves.
What is this, all this, what are we but nightmares of things not there. Things that are just not there are having night terrors about us, fearful of us.
Why bother, I'd say to them. We have aborted ourselves despite being born.
People. Everything is fixable. But we can't fix people.
When did all this happen? We shouldn’t be this helpless but we are.
The magic in this world is dwindling, what’s there left of it, the little of it can be found in arts and books only- but certainly not in people.
Though there are all kinds of art forms, still alive and kicking, though the people have stopped reading.
No, tell me when was the last time you read a book that was not written with what was expected of it already in mind?
When will they read what's not being written? When? When they are singing songs of ash and blood?
Not that anyone’s looking for magic in people. Not anymore. It's ironic enough to be an irony, but the magic people seek in people are in the people peopled in books. Is that not sad?
What are we doing ? Where are we going ?
No Really.
What have we not done?
Saffiyah Khan
She was in a full riot gear, wearing only that and nothing else under it. For once all that she was was covered and all that she wasn't was contained within that suit that made her liquid. Every day was a green day for her, she swayed on her feet twisting the baton in her hands.
The rain on her unnaturally red lips, her hair midnight blue under the hamlet, glass moths coming out of her mouth - she never looked more beautiful to him
- as she smashed his face in.
Mostly because he knew she knew that was the ending he wanted.
The rain on her unnaturally red lips, her hair midnight blue under the hamlet, glass moths coming out of her mouth - she never looked more beautiful to him
- as she smashed his face in.
Mostly because he knew she knew that was the ending he wanted.
