Status Updates From Chronicles of A Village

‘i have lived alone with the sorrows that haunt the land of ancestral worry, the centuries have taken pity on this being that was perhaps born by mistake, or by a mean calculation of the fates that toyed with the various ways of human existence’

‘a blue rhythm surged in the flow of the thousand years, clear and noiseless, the withered binary kind of thinking that had previously wreaked havoc on the western world had now destroyed the glory of a rural humanity’

“…to watch the pair of passerines swooping down to the freshly tilled soil, endlessly flitting back and forth as if to form a maze against all the creatures preying on them, it was their sacred moment on earth, the moment of creating a safe nest in the solarized soil where they bred, later, when the humans broke the soil to plant rice, the birds would then take their flock of children back to the vast sky…”