I only loved you like an artist loves his muse… In a perverted sense…As long as I could create off your apathy towards me, my love for you would remain.
A story about a guy who invents the time machine and goes back in time to tell himself of how he arrived at the invention of time machine and gives his younger self a blueprint to follow, a specific sequence of life events to follow to end up with the time machine, which ultimately backfires, because the past self is too obsessed with the blueprint and worries too much and wonders which timeline he is a part of, and does it contain a future with him and his machine, and ultimately goes mad and the reader ponders too.
Story of a guy who finds God, in a pen drive (a super intelligent self generating software)
Asks it to make him the most handsome person in the world.
God says that he does not know the best solution to this, so he generates a number of possibilities out of which the guy gets to chose the one he likes the best.
In the first iteration, he becomes a mirror, a blank space which let’s each person see the most handsome person he thinks. The problem with psychos is that they think they are the most handsome. People sue him for impersonation. No group of people have a consensus about him.
Then he becomes the global average. But an alien craft kidnaps him and displays him as the ugliest specimen in the galaxy.
Reality happens too slow or too fast. Fiction on the other hand happens at just the right pace.
This is not going to save you.
There is nothing to learn here.
This is not a conversation.
It’s a one way street,
where I upload the content of my thoughts,
and after an indeterminate passage of time, you read it.
You may not fully understand my intentions,
but will draw your own conclusions despite.
This is simply entertainment, when you’re bored,
and all you were looking
for was a brief respite.
Even so, how was your day?
In anticipation of a fight I was going to miss thanks to work, I was unusually awake at 4am.
What more, I was super hyped.
I was warming up, shadow boxing, bobbing and weaving, practicing being loose and crisp with my punches and combinations, and elusive with my footwork.
All for a fight I would not be able to watch.
To tell you the truth, it was the only sport I ever watched these days.
Not that I watched much sports before, but I always faked interest in watching sports. I liked to actually play them instead watch, and yes I liked solo sports events than team ones.
But here I was, preparing to ask my wife to find out the results (none of which she cared) and let me know.
If course she wouldn’t do what I asked her to. It was alien territory. I would have to explain what I needed several times, and ask her several times later to be more specific in details she would obviously miss.
All this for a fight.
But why was I so interested in fights?
And why this one in particular?
The main fight was a title match in a category in which I could easily make weight and have a reach advantage.
The fighter I rooted for was a loudmouth southpaw underdog fighting a dominant reigning champion who was undefeated for the last ten years.
And we were promised an upset.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I could one day fight like them too.
Growing up I wasn’t good at any sports, except sparring in my karate class.
That was something I excelled at.I was good enough to always get sparring partners from a higher weight class and usually higher belt rankings.
I often fought two people at once, even getting kicked in the neck and being unable to breathe for almost ten minutes once.
It was really fun.
I still practiced my boxing and kicks at home with my heavy bag.
Somewhere I thought I still had it in me to be good at something
, at which i used to be really good at in past.
P.s. the fight was a revelation of sorts. The quickest title fight, over a dominant champion, undefeated for the last ten years.
The Challenger dispatched him within 13 seconds of the first round, leaving the casual viewers elated, but hardcore fans unsatisfied with many unanswered questions.
“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive.” – Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth