Stoner is a novel that one would never believe exists. We talk of thrillers, romantic tales, struggles, war, art, dystopia, regicides, rags to riches, riches to rags, society, culture and so many things, yet, Stoner is not one of anything. All the while we wonder, what if someone wrote about my life? We reject that... Continue Reading →
Perception Of Time
Time. It has passed. There shall be no returning to the moment when I wrote the first word in this article. But can I draw a line through it? Yes, I can. I can also tear off this page and remove all the jagged bit of paper sticking out of the binding meticulously, ensuring that... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 