Written by Jacob Ibrag
They want to go outside and move around.
Barefoot among the elements. The dirtier the pavement
the better. Filth makes it feel real. Tired of their cleanliness.
It’s not that they want to be careless, it’s simply the option
of having it. This self made prison and its recycled air.
Homes incubating their residents ignorance.
Photo by Joshua Rawson-Harris
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
