Vacuum is an illusory concept. One thing gives rise to the other in perfect cyclic collusion. This realization dawned on me one sulty evening while I was trying to injest physics with the sole object of retrieving it at a later date when I had to prove my knowledge to an examiner. This is reality. Of course, writers try their best to escape it by fictionalising. But real fiction is a realm of vacuum.....ah, an illusory concept. Every fictional work steals from reality. Every writer is a kleptomaniac. We merely hide behind the armour of creativity.
The reason this blog was concieved at all was to give the teeming masses of the literate race, a chance to gaze at the chinks in that ornamented armour. These are not the glory days. Besideds glory in itself is subjective. People of my ilk glorify the chinks.
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