Cynicism Central

  The hazy sun pierced through the clouds, the wet leaves an enemy to most but a safe haven for me. There are so many of my kind that you would never be mistaken for what I am but who I am. There’s no such thing as individuality because we don’t live long enough to see the sunrise for more than 30 days. For us it is no crime to die this early, humans on other hand always seem to find a reason to try to extend their lives as much as possible. Immortality through writing or deed. Though eventually all lose to Father Time. How amusing a mere fly, viewed as a pest by these humans is able to realize such a basic concept that permeates all of our world and these humans with love and relationships cannot see past one another. How funny. How hilarious. Buzzzzzz.  I view the world fragmented(literally), through a broken lense, but this girl I see in front of me is broken. Torn in half like a chasm. I believe her name was Kya, an odd name from humans I think. Bzzzzzz. It seems as t...

 Disclaimer: This had to republished in order for the link to be copied but originally submitted when the first link was posted in the Blog #3 discussion.           When reading books I tend to make assumptions. Assumptions that affect my judgement in way that can blind me to complexity. I would like to say that sometimes my presumptuous nature can help but in maybe that’s just my own ego. “Where The Crawdads Sing” is a surprise for sure, in all honesty I throughly believed that this book would be a romance novel nothing more nothing less. Yet the characters show complexity, the setting is THE story instead of it being simply a backdrop. This novel is less about romance but more about how we react to the world around us. The protagonist is somehow able to compartmentalize both the   leaving of her entire family and the abusive relationship with her father. Such strength of mind is seldom seen but is probably central to who Kya is. Kya depends on t...

        I have recently been reading a novel called the “Kings Tide” during my free time over the past several weeks. The main character of this harrowing story is a young man whose home has been ruthlessly destroyed by a tyrant because his father objected to the concentrating of power with this man and his cronies. The author creates a dark, moody tone that is pervasive throughout the whole novel.          The main character is reduced to absolute poverty with no hope in progressing in society due to the slaves brand on his forehead. He is then stabbed, tortured and nearly starved by his “master”. His child then dies of a preventable illness along with his wife and mother. All this while the lavish lifestyle of the tyrant in his palace is portrayed as an almost perfect lifestyle with no problems to speak of. The part of this story is that there is no redemption for the main character only suffering. Unlike many stories this lacks an end...