Author Archives: Ossington

Hello world, This looks to be another journal entry; the only substantive things to be said, I imagine, will concern me, my unfiltered thoughts Life. Sometimes, perhaps often, when a famous person dies, typically a famous old person, one hears … Continue reading →

Who will be the first to stop the old ways? Will it be they, who, from the beast having turned over its back, are thrown from the existent order? If nothing else, yes, it will be this. Will those who … Continue reading →

The elephant in the room is one of self-censorship. On the one hand, to write, toward the end of being a writer; this, if left unchecked, could be nearer to the production of noise, for the sake of noise, than … Continue reading →

Little thoughts, like small drops of water falling from a large sky, onto a large surface below, alone, they are but a temporary flit of affectation, and as that, barely so. Together, the many little things form a great something, … Continue reading →

“I am become death, destroyer of worlds”, he said, learning against his bicycle, his feet, and it, planted into the sun-white grass, the stark black of the leaves, beneath him. “Did you mean to say that?”, she asked, looking through … Continue reading →

Words and ideas, they opine in my head. Flowing, but not like water rushing over the fall’s edge, cascading into the air as a great, white, billowing mist. No. These days, the words and ideas seem to move about like flotsam, forgotten: trash … Continue reading →