Journal

I woke up before the sun rose on that particular saturday morning, and slowly made my way from my relative’s house at Malta campsite , towards the rocky coastline with my friend Kevin. When I reached the end of the cliffs I found somewhere not covered with sharp rocks and took the best seat in…

I was in the Maasai Mara recently.We’d stopped for lunch, the sun directly overheadno mercy, no clouds, just that great African blaze. I stepped away, cigarette in hand,and scanned the horizon. Fields of gold stretched forever,a silence so vast it pressed against your ribs.A lone tree here and there,offering shade not to humans, but to…

Whether I truly have a place thereis open to debate. But I picture it as the spotwhere the most interesting souls gather imagine the parties,the people. Just thinking about it sparks something meeting those who’ve strayedfrom the path of the righteous. Eternal suffering, though is not exactly enticing.They say ‘the wicked are damned’,so it’s bound…