Toronto-My mind is a cauldron of the world’s disorder. Grammar has died. Solecisms act as intruders to my flawless diction. Society is on the verge of collapse. And, I am the only sane mind that remains. There are no lifeboats. Chivalric heroes constitute the majority of my imagination. The once-genius brain of a Harvard graduate is now in knots. I am twenty-seven years old. This is supposed to be the prime of my life. But, every time the sun sets, my confusion grows. (more…)



