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Someone once told me that the secret to success was identifying readily achievable goals, or, in a pinch, to split a convoluted problem into nothing more than a series of readily achievable and simple ones. However, I appear to have hit a bit of a dead end with my current line of objectification. After two hours of gruelling research and sincere expeditions to the outermost corners of my soul, I have managed to come up with nothing more than one goal. "Get more coffee" is hardly a quest worthy of a ballad, or a saga or even a limerick. At this rate I'll have found the meaning of my life by the time the sun goes supernova. A minor part of me

In my line of work, you gradually grow to entertain a certain fondness for a good cup of coffee. It's a necessary addiction. With enough caffeine in your system, it's just about possible you'll manage to make it through the day without committing any unfortunate mistakes. And trust me; you do not want to commit mistakes. They would have even more unfortunate consequences, starting of some long, deterministic chain of causality and upsetting just about everyone. We work in a delicate profession; it's an art form, a balancing act. If you have ever seen a line dancer, waltzing along happily a hundred metres above the ground, you'll understand w

I wake up at 8:45, which is unfortunate given that it's about two hours too late. I struggle with the covers, get entangled in them, start kicking my legs until I somehow manage to become completely and utterly stuck and from that point on I'm forced to rely on wiggling like some curious humanoid worm. At long last I manage to hit the butterfly stage, break free and tumble into the bathroom. The person in the mirror looks about as awake, aware and awful as I would have expected. Bathe. Brush. Blank stare. With my nerves at least half way activated, I make it into the kitchen. Its all old coffee mugs, clinical white furniture, tea bags and b

Human beings are strange creatures Carrying around a universe sheltered inside their skulls Billions of stars and trillions of worlds and a thousand times a thousand of stuff and dust and comets and particles and astoroids It really is a wonder We can still stand up straight. And some people say they're lonely all by themselves inside bodies built up by a trillion cells and used as a haven for countless of those small fellows bacteria no wonder others so often seem to catch something of other people And if eyes are the window into the soul you have a chance to peer into their personal firmament and if you watch carefully the

The world is a video game Or: A Practical Guide to Playing the Greatest FPS RPG of the Century! - Life is a good game. Most people would agree to this. It's noisy, it's interesting and there's always something to do. Sure, the loading times are a bit long and the graphics sometimes bug in the weirdest manner, crashes are frequent and remarkably hard to pinpoint – but overall, it's a good game. There is, however, one glaringly obvious problematic with the game itself. There's no manual. None. There's no console for cheat codes, there's no easily hackable .dat files and there's no easily obvious shortcuts. Worry not! I am here to

A little boy who loves airplanes fold a paper plane on a sunny day. Cresting a hill he takes careful aim, sticks his tongue out of his mouth to taste the wind and let the white machine fly into the wide blue yonder. He thinks himself captain and hopes the maiden flight of this little paper plane will go well… … And because it is a very windy day, at least outside the city limits where the currents yet have place and possibility to build into more than tiny tickles, the paper plane flies speedily ahead. It cuts right through two competing lines, for a moment capturing the attention of one of the dragon fliers below to whom which one

It all went wrong when Japan proposed world peace. The motion started out well enough, yet after the second clause, things went rapidly downhill. Japan believes world peace to be possible and a worth while goal for all nations to strive for. There was a ruckus then. Disagreements flourished. Russia clearly stated that while world peace was a commendable goal for any country, anywhere, at any time, the Russian Federation had no intentions of leaving the dictation of its foreign and domestic policies up to other countries. That would be breaching the sovereignty of the state. Furthermore, the previous Soviet Union called for Poland to involve

I used to think that if you got high enough, you could see the angels. Upon first seeing New York I was struck by how beautiful the towering constructions were. That sentence explains a lot of things, I think. Fast forward, zoom in, and focus on just one of these beautiful buildings. I'm near the top of one. So is some other guy I've never met before. I can't think of anything particularly brilliant to say, so instead, I just let out the first thing that springs to mind. "I killed a man once" In retrospect, under a quick revision of my impulse to break the silence, I admit to myself that that was not the best choice of words. He doesn't

The same nine crows have been circling above the building for days now. I’m sure of this because I’ve been videotaping them. Fast forwarding through the entire memory card, my trusty camera reveals that same constant circle of crows. Somehow, you’d expect them to stop, or pause, or at least do their solitary vigil in shifts so they have some chance of relaxing their wings. That’s not the case. This rather means they shouldn’t quite be ordinary birds. Unfortunately, they are. Perfectly innocent, normal crows. They’re just caught up in a swirl of energy, glued to the airspace by some instinct they can’t qui

This story is one I remember being told to me, once, by a face I have since forgotten. Listen. Hear the words of the world, the remnant of an older tale, retold this one time – just for you. Listen. Hear the tale of times long ago, back when the world was one, when dragons flew across the sky and where primal forces flourished beneath the passing for their gliding shadows. Listen now, as the story begins… … As the story of two creatures, one light of skin and bright of eyes, slender, shapely and so light a feather would be struck by envy. A natural grace follows each step, each wandering travel turned into nothing more th