It Is Time To Choose Your Vice Wisely

He felt extremely light-headed. Not because he had used a stimulant. Not because he had absorbed a new piece of information, so ubiquitous as they now were. Not even because he had nothing to do, since there was always something to do, it was the age of flowing after all; a constant flowing stream of …

The Men Who Were Living It

Politely, he asked one of the many voices inside his head that seemed hell bent on making decisions for his conscious self, to quieten down, before taking a couple of deep breaths to quell all the other voices blaring their cacophony of images, thoughts and shapes shaped by all the external stimuli he had witnessed …

The Achiever Habit

Sins had formed a new habit, whereby as soon as he woke up, he undressed, and stand under the icy cold shower for a duration of exactly two minutes, feeling the numb pulsating waves of sleep disappearing from his mind, and the day ahead getting brighter in focus. A 750 ml gulp of water in …

Goaded Productivity

Sins felt the dopamines coarsing through his body, a sudden rush of blood to his head sent him into splits, his breathing became more controlled as he pushed the last repetition of the bench press, feeling all the load on the centre of his contracted chest. Yes, the pre-workout protein was definitely a boost. Sins …

Will

Sins grabbed hold of his soft, fluffy white pillow and grasping it firmly, tore it into half, proceeding to beat the non-living object to pulp, sprouting cotton feathers all over the place. Now, even more enraged at the ensuing mess, Sins screamed with all his might, his gaze moving upwards. "Get out of my head! …

Anti-Social Brethren

Malcolm wished he could be high all the time. But, then he figured the novelty of peace and bliss would gradually become the new sober state of the mind, post which he would crave a higher feeling anyway. He decided he would be happier with how things were currently, where upliftment of the mind was …

Habitual Intoxication

As Sins headed out via his apartment's gate, the winter fog enveloped him as if he were a grand new entrant in a famous theater play. The road felt like an infinitely stretched stage, on whose creaky boards passers by went about their daily routines half-heartedly. Sins knew he was at a crossroads in his …