IanAltano

I am the pinnacle of mediocrity As divine as I am flawed Worship me as you would yourself.

My mind wanders everywhere but here. Not engulfed by the swooning heat, Undisturbed by the drudgery in front, Powerful as a god It lifts me up above the crowd And plunges me headlong into unknown worlds. --------------- On one of my travels to far-away lands I happened to hear a peculiar tale. It tells of a king that got lost in the sands When after a storm he had lost the right trail. But this is not worthy of further detail. The story that I want to tell you today Invaded my dreams one sweltering night. It creeped in my mind and decided to stay Until I woke up and desired to write. (It took me at least until daybreak's f

Lapsus Mundi From the moment my unforgiving alarm clock yanked me out of a particularly gratifying dream, I noticed something was off. But I couldn't quite put my finger on it. And I do mean that quite literally: as I pondered about the possible reasons for this unusual feeling of malaise I was experiencing, my right hand searched the mahogany nightstand for the alarm clock with increasing desperation and urgency, but could not locate it. Oh, snooze button, Lord of procrastination and sloth, where art thou? After a while I yielded my already rapidly declining sense of comfort and opened my eyes. The reason why I couldn't find the source of t

Time is a curious thing. It comes and goes when it pleases. People just live their lives when suddenly, Time sneaks up behind them. It smirks at their fearful face and says: "What's wrong? I gave you a long and happy life. And now you refuse to pay me back?" Time frowns at being taken for granted; So live carefully, and consciously. It isn't wise for modern, money-bent people to waste the most precious commodity of all; the one thing they cannot control. In every candle you blow out, every budding daffodil you see, every breath you take, echoes the clock of Time. Ticking through eternity. So make sure, when Time comes and sm

A rudely loud series of beeps dragged Ian out of his sleep. It was early. Birds-not-even-up-yet early. But today was his first day as junior PR manager in a successful software company, so he had to make sure he arrived on time, and he had to look good as well. The taming of his dark brown hair alone would take him half an hour. Maybe he should get a haircut. New look for a new job. His former employee hadn't really made a fuss out of his long hair, but Ian guessed he would make a better impact with a short coupe. It would help give him the 'young go-getter look' he considered crucial for this new job. The mattress creaked as he turned arou