Days in which I continue to question my existence. Yesterday and today have been such days.
Better ones to follow soon, I am sure. Right now tough to see from where ……
Snapshots of events that happen in my life Disclaimer : The opinions expressed here are my own and have no correlation to that of my employer
Days in which I continue to question my existence. Yesterday and today have been such days.
Better ones to follow soon, I am sure. Right now tough to see from where ……
Writing badly can be elevated to an art as is demonstrated at How to write badly well
“Seeing the lie of the land and bracing for impact, I stepped up to the plate and prepared to eat my words. In the hollow blankness of the auditorium, my creaking cough thundered like a volcano going off, a single pistol-shot in the echoing cavern of expectation before me.
’So,’ I said, my throat as dry as my wit, which was as sharp as my tone, ‘we seem to have reached a fork in the garden path you’ve been leading me up like a lamb to the slaughter. A turning point of no return, you might say.’
I knew that this would hardly be a ground-breaking barnstormer of a speech, but so far, it was going down like the stock value of a lead balloon manufacturer. The silence that followed was as long as a freight train, as deep as a philosophy textbook and as uncomfortable as this analogy”