Kamna's Blog

There is a lot to be said about not knowing Would we know everything we know today With the confidence with which we know it If we started out with the premise of imagining all that was unknown to be inherently unknowable? And if we were pessimistic fools Rather than arrogant buffoons How real could this confidence possibly be? Till the day one lives in a bodysuit under serenely blue earthlight, if that day were to ever come, all that is unknowable is likely to stay that way What's going to happen to all the orbital debris? Look at the mess we've made in such a huge space Who's going to want to visit when the front lawn is filthy? My friend Toby, being honest told me one day, that one day the water will go bland But Toby was misinformed Because water was always bland He took to the bottle and the bottle took his life My last text to him was a typo I said "Sea you" What an unintended curse Sometimes the mind is so quiet All you can feel is someth

A life where it's assumed that there is life after work. Where you can afford a big house and a car in a good suburb. Where little puppies can run with abandon in wide open dog parks. Where simple joys like sunsets and sand and moonlight and fresh air are hungrily devoured. Where you can climb mountains weekly. Where your knees, not your very soul, could possibly pose the only true threat. Where evenings are open to indulge in your surroundings. A truly liveable life. An idyllic reality a mind like mine struggles to fully fathom. A life where work consumes your mind and practically every waking hour. Where owning a one bedroom apartment is an impossible dream. Where billboards and smog continually dissipate all ideas of natural beauty. Where all imagination endures a silent death. Where a mind, however motivated, is constricted by the lethargy of a increasingly unhealthy body. Where there's not a fortunate moment of privacy. Where the crowds only exaggerate solitude without th