Like the hares we see running from the dogs in our gardens and burrowing amongst the bushes, your mind fidgets, buffeted by winds of anxiety and fear. Random and uncontrollable movements towards temporal pleasure and away from pain. A prey-instinct.
Here I intermittently document my writing journey. And other matters.
All in Fiction
Like the hares we see running from the dogs in our gardens and burrowing amongst the bushes, your mind fidgets, buffeted by winds of anxiety and fear. Random and uncontrollable movements towards temporal pleasure and away from pain. A prey-instinct.
Curiosity is inquiring about what one sees in front of oneself. Wonder is about meditating on what lies beyond. The seen and the unseen.
Eventually, a column of fire erupted, as if Agni himself had awoken from deep beneath the earth.