La Vin de Sourires

Song of the Day: ‘You See Big Girl’ by Hiroyuki Sawano

I have been doing an overhaul of my hard drives and in the process I’m finding many pieces of writing that have hardly seen the light of day. It almost feels the same as when one finds money in the pockets of a jacket or coat that one hasn’t worn in a long time; and though you know it’s your money, it still feels like a gift.

One such piece is a long-forgotten poem that I wrote in the heyday of 2007. That was definitely one of my favourite years of adulthood. I had just graduated college and the possibilities that life held seemed endless and the world seemed like such a wonderful place. I still believe those things however with a touch of cynicism and caution thrown into the mix: The world is cruel but also very beautiful. The battles one has to fight daily are surmountable but they chip away at one slowly; the bigger challenge is to keep those chips as minimal as possible.

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Post-Modernism – Wriggling in the Crushing Grip of Reason

Song of the Day: ‘Across the Universe’ by The Beatles

‘Postmodern art’ – Calvin and Hobbes (By Bill Watterson)’

There are some conversation staples that almost always occur. Minus the weather, politics, pseudo-economics, pseudo-philosophy, words such as ‘existentialist’ and ‘post-modern’ will find their way into even the most mundane conversation. The scenarios, the definitions, the examples, and even the concepts themselves are never cohesive.  Sure enough, before you know it that very mundane conversation has evolved into a passionate diatribe about nothing of substance and everything of fluff. Continue reading


Song of the Day: ‘Dollars & Cents’ by Radiohead

Sometimes, a girl will find herself running to catch up with the world, barely stumbling and regaining balance in the process. There are those days where we ourselves are unstoppable and then there are moments of inward reflection in which we struggle just to hold together the threads of sanity. At times, at moments like these, at 1 a.m. in the solitude of the night, we find it almost difficult just to cycle the air through our lungs. And then you think of the lyrics to a song telling you to just cradle your head in your hands and breathe… So at 1 a.m. here I am trying to put these churning thoughts down. Ink on paper (rather typing words on this pixel-mesh-screen-pretending-to-be-paper). Apparently it’s supposed to help. Continue reading