blogging
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Racism (Hot take)
Only a white bigot or a very ignorant, impressionable person ensconced in privilege will say racism doesn’t exist. You encounter it everywhere — the blogosphere, predominately white countries and hell, even in Asia. You’ll find the puritanical preacher from the deep South, arriving in ‘poor impoverished India, where the cheats and scammers live, the crude… Continue reading
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The sequel
This is a sequel to a post I once wrote whose name and content I don’t remember. So, like everything in life, I build this sequel on nothing, a void that’s unfathomable and unimaginable. What are memories but distorted remembrances, deceiving us by giving us a hodgepodge of emotion, words uttered, and images, and telling… Continue reading
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Video game remakes
We’re living in the era of video game remakes, but what irritates me is that most of the remakes are the same game with gameplay improvements and next generation graphics. So, here’s my two cents. I’m sure a lot of you will disagree, but doesn’t debate fuel inspiration, making muses descend from their celestial abodes… Continue reading
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On Art
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. – Pablo Picasso Dear writer, As I write this, the sun sets, bathing the city with purple melancholia. There’s an ashy wren-warbler sitting on a branch outside my window. Gentle nuances of grey and brown, cover most of his back, and… Continue reading
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The benefits of having a stalker
I remember the first comment. It said, “You’re a pity party, a predictable loser,” and I thought it was spam until more arrived. “Piece of shit!” “You think your writing is fantastic? Ha!” All from email addresses with my name, followed by something obscene. I had a stalker, and I didn’t understand why because I’m… Continue reading
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Men of perdition
The clip found its way to YouTube, and my friends in college showed it to others on their phones as if it were a video of a back-heel nutmeg by Ronaldinho. I was guilty too, simply because I shared in the excitement. Many years later, it haunted me. He knelt, reading out something they’d forced… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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