Diaries & Letters
Anthony Louise Lafayette
Among the nooks and crevices of these walls I can hear the superficial denizens conversing in their naïve tongues, communicating nonsensical stories with one another about heroic gossip and wondering about the halls of the archaic apartment complex, completely lacking the basic Oikos necessary for intellectual verbalizations or actions of any kind; to my observation. Leeches , all of them, feeding gluttonously on trivial media to quench the sloth of their minds like corpulent children; and in masses, they softly smother-out the scholarly arts with the pillow of woeful ignorance. Nearly all art of any heightened cerebrum has become extinct, save the few dusty books that circle around the various endangered libraries.
I know what the residents must think of me. I'm the crazed old man - in uncommon attire - who lives in the derelict apartment duplex and mutters strange things to himself as he wanders the streets of Chatham, 'best keep an eye out for your lambkin-pets and offspring'… But if I have no equal in either: comprehension or vocabulary, then who am I to speak with other than myself?
And yes, this apartment has its flaws, but I find it to be also comfortable and there are none cheaper. This is where I find most of my inspiration after all; peering out the filth-stained window I can see Mulbury Street - the street flooded with organisms of the inferior. And is it not where the Leo of human anatomy gained the inspiration to create his masterpieces? -Through the examination of these lesser beings and their grotesque agony ergo their natural environment?
Among the nooks and crevices of these walls I can hear the superficial denizens conversing in their naïve tongues, communicating nonsensical stories with one another about heroic gossip and wondering about the halls of the archaic apartment complex, completely lacking the basic Oikos necessary for intellectual verbalizations or actions of any kind; to my observation. Leeches , all of them, feeding gluttonously on trivial media to quench the sloth of their minds like corpulent children; and in masses, they softly smother-out the scholarly arts with the pillow of woeful ignorance. Nearly all art of any heightened cerebrum has become extinct, save the few dusty books that circle around the various endangered libraries.
I know what the residents must think of me. I'm the crazed old man - in uncommon attire - who lives in the derelict apartment duplex and mutters strange things to himself as he wanders the streets of Chatham, 'best keep an eye out for your lambkin-pets and offspring'… But if I have no equal in either: comprehension or vocabulary, then who am I to speak with other than myself?
And yes, this apartment has its flaws, but I find it to be also comfortable and there are none cheaper. This is where I find most of my inspiration after all; peering out the filth-stained window I can see Mulbury Street - the street flooded with organisms of the inferior. And is it not where the Leo of human anatomy gained the inspiration to create his masterpieces? -Through the examination of these lesser beings and their grotesque agony ergo their natural environment?
Ubel Adler Rosenbaum
Today I found the most edible scraps lying in wait on a windowsill of the Cornerstone bakery. Of course I indulged myself by sliding each pastry gently into my burlap sack. I then casually strolled away, to my corner of town.
While I approached my humble domicile I watched Miss Greenefield tentatively as she rocked back and forth in her chair, stroking her calico companion. She looked zealously into the eyes of her furry friend and her fingers moved tenderly through the animal's coat; and down to the base of its tail in consecution. After a while Miss Greenefield went back inside her one story home and quietly shut the door, while the sound of a sliding bolt driving home shortly followed. But to my surprise, she left her feline companion pawing at the door.
A curiosity washed over me, however I remained fixed to my position, only observing the sequence of events unfolding before me - studying these strange 'social norms' which I fail to grasp. To my astonishment the four legged creature abandoned its attempts of breaching the impenetrable barricade with its velvety mittens and pattered across the street in my direction.
I believe the domesticated housecat wished to befriend me as it encircled my legs and offered trolling purrs of delight -- or perhaps it was simply a veiled intention for the purpose of stroking my ego into submission, in order to receive something else in return.-Yes, I believe this to be the truer of the two. I submitted to the animals' desires and bent down to smooth its fur. The hair of the animal was so finely dense it was as if I had slid my fingers through a silken gown. I was beginning to see the attraction of owning one.
I carefully picked up the -- now docile -- creature and began peering into its eyes, as a Wiccan marvels into a crystal ball, trying to see what Miss Greenefield had seen.
Today I found the most edible scraps lying in wait on a windowsill of the Cornerstone bakery. Of course I indulged myself by sliding each pastry gently into my burlap sack. I then casually strolled away, to my corner of town.
While I approached my humble domicile I watched Miss Greenefield tentatively as she rocked back and forth in her chair, stroking her calico companion. She looked zealously into the eyes of her furry friend and her fingers moved tenderly through the animal's coat; and down to the base of its tail in consecution. After a while Miss Greenefield went back inside her one story home and quietly shut the door, while the sound of a sliding bolt driving home shortly followed. But to my surprise, she left her feline companion pawing at the door.
A curiosity washed over me, however I remained fixed to my position, only observing the sequence of events unfolding before me - studying these strange 'social norms' which I fail to grasp. To my astonishment the four legged creature abandoned its attempts of breaching the impenetrable barricade with its velvety mittens and pattered across the street in my direction.
I believe the domesticated housecat wished to befriend me as it encircled my legs and offered trolling purrs of delight -- or perhaps it was simply a veiled intention for the purpose of stroking my ego into submission, in order to receive something else in return.-Yes, I believe this to be the truer of the two. I submitted to the animals' desires and bent down to smooth its fur. The hair of the animal was so finely dense it was as if I had slid my fingers through a silken gown. I was beginning to see the attraction of owning one.
I carefully picked up the -- now docile -- creature and began peering into its eyes, as a Wiccan marvels into a crystal ball, trying to see what Miss Greenefield had seen.