I am in the making of my own digital cage I confess all the numbness that comes with not listening to yourself Just to seek validation from you that in itself comes from a similar point of view Creating a distorted made up world full of unicorns of positivity hiding demons of loneliness
Chasing quiet but I am chased in the economy of distraction An anonymous entity wanting attention when we’re just a code in the age of information We’re fools blaming technology for our sins when we are unable to find a meaning in all that we do I’m a fool trying to articulate that gnawing feeling of dread that I will simply forget with a notification or two
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...
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