NEEDLECRAFT

The world is a people’s republic. Probably the first time in history it’s the youth’s own republic, I daresay. I have my reasons after a piercing session with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds.

I've learnt a vital lesson today. Saving a life against a rainy day prolongs it, but the life is rained out anyhow, somehow, eventually. As long as the life is a lonely one, the rain check is bearable to the liver. But it ceases to be when on the way one meets a few inexperienced, careless creatures embodying what one has avoided (as a cause) in hope of becoming (as an effect). Troubled and hurt, but not exactly frail. STD prone and iberal, but not naive. Curious and artful. Pure form without a tear. Life dwells someplace in between excitement and fear, they have taught me. It dwells in arrhythmia, in a pulse uneven and troubled, but obliviously stubborn. Like the very pulse, it goes on. So one must learn the art of not thinking from their highness frontal lobelessness. Nothing else will do.