And what a ride it has been. Around the world, indeed. 200 or so countries. Lots and lots of people, lots and lots of stories… Continue reading
This is one of the last videos I recorded for YouTube. Before my dental trouble, so to speak. And I never got the courage courage to upload it. It just felt… pointless. I couldn’t find it in me to record myself anymore, so what was the point of uploading this video? But today I changed my mind. Decided to upload it and share it with you. Maybe my words find someone when they need them the most. Continue reading
Tourmaline:(A Collection of Things)- is the debut body of work by author Antwan Crump. Framed by testimonies to the absurdities of society at large, the four stories therein place readers at the penultimate point in the lives of several people forgotten by time.
This description does not do this book justice. It’s rather vague. But let me give you something that will:
She feared retribution enough to keep her nose clean on Sundays. Though that didn’t mean much for her liver.
We are all the sum total of the stories we tell ourselves. We are what we consistently do. All those habits, rituals, and vices. We are more what we fear than what we love.
The stories in Tourmaline teach us one thing: to be alive is a rather cynical business. Double standards and whatnot. The inherent absurdity of this is detailed by the erratic behavior of the characters. Simply put, the act of being alive has no purpose other than the one we give it. And we can give it any meaning we want, even though, looked at by more rational beings, we’re way beyond redemption.
There are no fairy tales here, just people and what people do best.
What do people do best you ask?
Stories, of course. The stories they tell themselves and anyone who’s willing to listen as to why they’re like this or like that. The stories they tell themselves over and over again in order to fall asleep or find a bit of hope.
At this age, I wouldn’t consider myself a runaway. A coward, maybe. I’ve lost enough. I’m not sure what awaits me out there on the country-side. I shudder to think it could be anything worse than what I’m leaving behind.
You can find Tourmaline on Amazon here. Give it a try. At $2.99, it’s well worth.
They say everything happens for a reason. They believe in fate, in a certain alignment of the stars. They believe in all kinds of things. They want to put the blame on the universe (or certain parts of it), but not on themselves. Continue reading
“Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor…I am Pagliacci.” ― Alan Moore
You know the saying, “Don’t judge a book by its cover?”
Well, it’s true.
Oftentimes there’s a big difference between what we’re able to decipher about a person, what we see at the surface, and what lies underneath it all. There’s a big difference between appearance and essence.
A blank page. Just empty. No words, nothing.
It’s the scariest thing… because that page doesn’t care who you are or what you wrote, doesn’t care how many people are waiting to read your words… it just stays empty until you write something. Continue reading
Why do I keep writing? Why do successful people keep at it? Why do billionaires don’t retire on tropical islands? Why doesn’t it all end when your dream comes true? Why doesn’t it come a time when there’s nothing left to wish for?
Because, simply put, it’s all a long, long journey. One word at a time, one step at a time, one little goal at a time. It’s all about becoming, not obtaining. Continue reading