There is Nothing, Nothing is there

There was no joy, no anger, no feeling. There was nothing. There was no feeling, there was no pride, there was no angst, there was nothing. The man didn't feel anything. Madness gripped him out of nowhere, a spectre of debauchery haunted his thoughts every second. He wondered how much longer this would go on. …

Living With Frustration and Acceptance

All around, he only sensed a never-ending sense of drudgery, stagnation and ruts of all kinds. Maybe it was the environment - summer was there; somedays it wasn't; or maybe it was the never-ending stream of news that contained only gloom, doom and everything in between,; he didn't know for sure. But constantly, on a …