(Rasgado’s Jazz Club, Baía Farta, Angola | Claudio González Jorge, Google Maps) The watchtower-cum-viewing point framed against the bright sky was at once precise and aleatory. While the Geometrical exactness of the structure itself left nothing to chance, the assemblage of buildings themselves gave an impression of being plonked down at random on a randomly … Continue reading Sun, Sand and Nattat

(Photo Credit: CEAyr) Words had long ceased to have meaning and meaning itself, was no longer capable of being articulated in words. The interaction between eyes, words and pages had irretrievably lost its cusp. There was nothing left to either define or redefine. The world itself was a vast endless plateau of never ending books … Continue reading Air

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp) The engine looked straight out of a Lego assemblage. An arresting yellow with a dash of sombre blue. The metal finishing was exquisite and precise to the point of fascination. The "Lord Hinton" was an epitome of perfection. But it was also inscrutable. The 6 axle behemoth popularly known as the … Continue reading The Input – Output Fallacy

(Photo Credit: Google Images) The towering cranes reached out to the sky as if they were either offering their benedictions to an unseen God or trying to desperately snatch at something not belonging to them. An agglomeration of asymmetric noises competed for the attention of whoever was wont to pass by the vicinity. Whirring, Roaring, … Continue reading Voice Of Empathy

(PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd ) It wasn't just the plant that grew in a bold and unrestricted manner. Every ceiling on desire was brought down and every shackle on ambition unshackled. Each book meriting its place on the bookshelf ceased to command a standing and was now at the apex of irrelevance.  People issuing warnings … Continue reading PERIPHERY!

(Photo courtesy of Sue-Z) The scene looked straight out of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. It was definitely not the Triptych of the Temptation of St. Anthony. Although, how a cat could have known whether it was the Triptych or not, only the cat could tell. Since the cat did not have the habit of speaking, … Continue reading Mr.Cat is Hieronymus Bosch

(Image Credit: Crispina Kemp) It was a beaten down path. Beaten down by the excoriating heat of the sun; by squalls of driving rain that brought along with them howling gale force winds; and most of all by indifferent treads of tyres and innumerable pairs of studs and spikes that had become poor, yet affluent … Continue reading An Algorithmic Existence

(Photo courtesy of Artur Malishkevych ) "Look there goes Ronnie's trawler", Ben exclaimed, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. Using her elbow to nudge him sharply, Ruth corrected her husband, "Ronnie has a central console boat. This is Wendell's tried and trusted houseboat."  Ben could never get either the type of the boat or its owner right. … Continue reading Sabal Palmetto & Ronnie’s Trawler

(PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson ) The quaint restaurant was a paean to Steven Spielberg. Not only was the rubber killer whale grinning from the ceiling, most inappropriately named "Jaws", the menu itself was a homage to the ingenuity and genius of one of the greatest movie directors to have graced our time. "Teething Troubles" was … Continue reading The point of Indifference

(Photo courtesy of DB McNicol via Pixabay ) The crow was no more different than any crow could or would have been, when in a state of tiredness. It's cawing, though, was a bit out of both sync and strength. The sound emanating from within the beaks resembled a string tension produced by a bad violin. … Continue reading Anis and the Sig Sauer P210