Escapism - Blog Posts
He's been here forever, your son
Words by me // inspired by the advertisement on the left.
Catholic Doilys
Left: Thea Porter reflected in her dining table. Ph. Jim Lee for the Sunday Times, 1971. Right: scan from Pinterest.
The Three Graces, 2019 by Valeria Duca (b. 1995, Moldova)
The love language of annotating a book
I still believe that one of the prettiest love stories has to be the love story of the god Eros with Psyche, while the story of Appollo with Daphne is a beautiful yet heart wrenching tragedy in a way that it had love and disgust.. (one sided love). What's really magnificent about mythologies in general is that they make us see the world differently. A laurel tree is no longer a tree; but a last attempt of staying pure from the hands of the detested one.
“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.
My favourite thing about tabletop RPGs is playing characters. And I mean acting, as if you are really another person in another circumstances living another life in another world. I like role-playing, and I think tabletop RPGs is a perfect way of escapism 💟
The synopsis looked good
the cover looked nice,
You opened the book,
and began a new life.
You found a new home,
you met new friends,
You kept on reading,
hoping it would never end.
You danced through the pages,
you sang out the beautiful words,
You felt all their joy,
all their pain and hurt.
The pages cut your fingers,
the words cut your heart,
Like the author had a knife,
and was tearing your soul apart.
You laughed with the characters,
and with them you cried,
You fell in love with them too,
but with them you died.
A catch in your breath,
as the climax grows near,
You become deaf to the world,
the book's all you can hear.
You're completely lost now,
Or perhaps, you are found
In this strange paper world,
that's far from the ground.
When the book reached it's end,
and your broken heart couldn't heal,
you just suddenly realised that,
all this was not real.
This is what it is like reading a book.
Your world becomes an interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, thoughts and images altogether. Paper and ink. Black and white.
- by Shweta Amirapu
