Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“You thought this was a fight you could win? As ridiculous as it gets, you must know there is no fight, there is nothing to cry for, scream about, struggle for or hope about. Indifference and ignorance work just as fine. Wondering and wandering are poisonous to pursue. Ignore the spectacle of the day, sleepwalk through the alleyways of the night and you would arrive at the evening passing by without any noise. All you need is handful of evenings in your scheme of things. Quitter than the day, livelier than the night, it offers refuse to the darkness but continues to the carry the shades of light however faint. Persisting amidst the abyss of white and black, the grey offers a sense of escape, though stops short of salvation. you cannot escape the suffering, but you can choose to not acknowledge it. Be the man, even gods fear them. Alas!”
PARASAR'S 