Relic...

I choose to assert my existence in a medium, concealed in a hidden corner, weaving chronicles, conveying messages to an apathetic world, reflecting the depths of a soul shrouded in anonymity hoping that another soul may venture into that domain like a moth to a faint flame, paying attention to a lesson or two, affirming an insignificant existence, unfathomable and limited in its reach.

I am in no position to impress my realizations to others for I myself am still charting on my own journey to unraveling life, though incessant in the understanding and inscribing of the narratives and imagery to events that are often ignored as man is more often than not lost in his dealings day after day after day.

I do not expect to receive accolades for my works are subject to free-interpretation, which may be understood as tirades of the afflicted and for some, a wisdom of the astute. It may augur a renaissance of change or forebodes a fall from a rationality. Harshly judged, disregarded or praised, it is of no bearing to an engineer, a scientist, an artist, a writer, a recently made aware literary relic…