Kopfkino

Song was what they called it. The ones before us could hear it they say. I wonder sometimes,  How must it feel to hear .  To reach in and, Entwine my soul with another creation of god. The ancestors tell tales I don't understand.  Tales of songs, Songs of the waters of the rivers, And the branches of the trees. Songs of beings with no face nor limb. I wonder, What is the colour of their souls, The rivers, rocks and the earth. What do they sing about? What was nature's great symphony. But alas, we are now cursed men.  Robbed of the charm of song. "Do not lose hope little one." they say. Hope to maybe rekindle this forbidden art? but I, I don't know to hope like they do. We spend our days in regret,  Of the sins of our forefathers who've left us cursed, Plunging our arms into the earth, Trying to reach out for something long forgotten. Tremors and vibrations are all that's left, Like a ruinous monument of the past. A dying goddess, and her last breaths, ech...

Inspired by the world of 'The Last of Us' Audio tracks add to the reading experience.  (They are mood synced. Press play when they appear.) “Is it gonna be a long hike today?”  “Yeah. I’m afraid so” said Joel, securing his backpack’s strap tightly. “Aw man I should’ve picked up a few more of those candy bars from that gas station, I’m getting tired of this canned slop. How do you even eat this stuff raw?” “Kid, I’ve driven throughout the country surviving on just these. You’ll get used to them. Tent goes in your bag today. Try to keep up.” The morning sun peeked through the conifer branches and shone brilliantly through the morning mist. The lone moist forest, a tranquil blanket of green, and in it, not a single soul except the duo of Joel and Ellie, making their way up the hillocks and down the valleys. “You see this stream? There’s probably a lake nearby.” said Joel as he pointed out at the trickle of water lined by smooth pebbles. “The water’s so clear though!” “Well…....

  "The best books.. are those which tell you what you already know." - extract from 1984. In today's world, every step we take and word we speak is recorded. We sit helplessly as media being fed to us gets dangerously close to narrow propaganda. Each day we find it harder to raise our voices against our governments which become increasingly dilute and fragmented in their accountability. George Orwell's famous works of literature are, '1984' and 'The Animal Farm', revolve around the harmful by products of an autocratic rule, but strikingly stand out even in the world we live in today.  The word 'Orwellian' is often used interchangeably with 'authoritarian'. But the true meaning of the author's works and what the word stands for is far more interesting and grave. It is also interesting to note that Orwell himself was an avid socialist and his works focussed rather on the harmful consequences of a totalitarian regime where the masses w...