I live in a time when penicillin still works.
I live in a time when only one of two locks is still sufficient.
I live in a time when only half of us are tolerant of the other half.
I live in a place that allows you to homogenize in a melange of people in plebian and business attire.
I live in a time when rules are placed but are unevenly enforced.
I live in an era of imperfect transitions. Fragments piecing together like solving a puzzle of bloodstained glass after a cracked skull of an unfortunate unmarriage. In the name of what god, exactly?
A taste of milk and honey. Synthetic honey, no less, dusted with arsenic and sodium chloride. Die sweetly, you’d be told. Rows of paraffin impaled upon a chalice. A night of desire, or a night of mourn? A relic of the past, or a necessity? A contingency, perhaps.
A pen is only mightier than a sword if you’ve left your sword to dull. And if you devote your faith to your mind instead of another’s.
Petroleum. A sweet bitterness. A smell of death. We take pleasure in vapourizing the dead and profit from it. “Economics” is the common excuse. But could we be bartering our time to be appeased?
Nausea. Close your eyes to adjust. Open, and the sky turns pallor. Darker. Keep your eyes pried. Peeled. Don’t blink.
I live in a time when time can no longer live.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.