...like pearls dissolve in vinegar.

I could write a book on the Joys of Living in the Desert. And it would say nothing at all.


I used to live in a place and time where intellectual conversation, reterospection and general creative thought was the norm. And then I come to a place where survival and competition are all that people think of. Nobody stops to think of their place in the world. Nobody has the time to have an existential crisis. Temptations and expenditures keep us away from all that's important. And it only takes a little time to feel your vocabulary becoming limited to less than essentials; your thoughts circling around the mundane and the pointless; your body turning into a storehouse of good foods and a display of 'good taste'. On realizing, you try and try to find that part of your mind and yourself that you thought was completely lost. You search the sand for some little water. But the sand just engulfs you.


And then there are days you give up and say "I feel this place eating away my brain......."