Written In Stone

I looked from here to eternity.

But it continued to be elusive.

What I Learned Today

Growing up is a beautiful thing.

You get to do things you always wanted to, since you were a wean and first met an adult with idol potential. You get to earn, spend, splurge, save. You get to live life the way you want. Mostly. You get to experience and learn, live on your own. You get to be grown up, most importantly. Perhaps being someone's idol.

Growing up is truly a beautiful thing. Especially when your faculty accompanies you in the process. How wonderful ignorance is, how safe, how calm.

Stupidity is a lifelong disease. It strikes more people than we thought possible. It also has the ability to affect others who associate with an stupid person. So similar to passive smoking.

Fact.

You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello!

There is much to be said about a writer-in-waiting having to create one more blog. Perhaps it says a lot more that I have now lost count of the number of blogs I have created, maintained, abandoned and lost.

Paperbackwriter is now long gone, but will never be forgotten. The blog title is the only thing I can take from it, a tribute if you please.

As is custom, my first post shall remain incomplete in essence, without the inclusion of the short story that began my torrid affair with this format of fictional narrative prose.

My quirks.

The inspiration.

Death Speaks

by Anon

There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the market-place I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture; now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the market-place and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdadm for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.