Monthly Archives: July 2012

The believers

Posted on July 14, 2012 by subincontinentia

Pushed to the wall The believers dissolve it Earth stuck on a cog The believers revolve it A dim-hearted simian The believers evolve it The sin of a lifetime The believers absolve it

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Natural Misery vs. Chemical Happiness

Posted on July 12, 2012 by subincontinentia

Taking an anti-depressant is like the start of a new relationship. You need a few dates before you get to know it, how it treats you, what it brings out in you. My mishap with Celexa™ that had triggered a … Continue reading →

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An experiment with self-medication (don’t try this at home)

Posted on July 9, 2012 by subincontinentia

December, 2010 “You nasty little fucker!!!” I was in a sleepy country lane, in the bucolic village of Bir in Himachal Pradesh where I had come for a weekend of Buddhist teachings, screaming at a Pomeranian. It was the morning … Continue reading →

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the WELLBUTRIN diaries: 2 hours later

Posted on July 7, 2012 by subincontinentia

A continuation from Wellbutrin…moving on June 16th 2010 “I wave to myself from a country lane. A soldier returning from war.” It was Summer in Los Angeles and I was staying at a friend’s place while they were away. It … Continue reading →

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Footsteps of spiders

Posted on July 6, 2012 by subincontinentia

Before you even said a word, This news had a sound, An audible discomfort The footsteps of spiders. Tired, so tired of all this losing, If I’m still not ready to let it go, I’ll settle for watching it leave … Continue reading →

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The man in the catamaran

Posted on July 6, 2012 by subincontinentia

I took this photo in Kerala. Every time I look at it I feel something different about it. Yesterday, when I felt lonely, it was an image of loneliness. At other times, it’s an image of a fisherman quite happily … Continue reading →

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