The poet was cursing the misery of his life. The small hermitage in the centre of a large city that he now shared with Mr. Nothing and Platocrates witnessed many of his misfortunes. Once conceived ... continue reading
Tag: Platocrates
On the waiting list
As lofty as it might sound, the prolonged wait to meet destiny made Mr. Nothing sometimes forget the taint in his chest. But then a twinge or a waiting list reminder brings him to heel. ... continue reading
Just like the first time
The old business card used as a bookmark told Mr. Nothing the last time he had attempted to read the sesquipedalian first-fruits of the poet, ... continue reading
Just another man
Mr. Nothing watched the poet tinkering with a typewriter and Platocrates weighing white and black pebbles in his hands while looking thoughtfully at a large clay jar standing in front ... continue reading
You were carrying the cup
The poet came to the conclusion that he lacked a good biography. He was not a war hero, not even a child of war. ... continue reading
Deceptive meadow
The poet would likely find better words, but Mr. Nothing only ventured to repeat after a song, as tormented by the myriads ... continue reading
A reflection
One sunny afternoon, the poet expressed some concern that there was nothing in his life but a popularity contest. And then Platocrates burst out laughing, although it was ... continue reading
Who knows
A genius or a madman, the poet really knew how to touch a nerve at times. Even the simple-minded Platocrates, in the depths of despair, on occasion insisted that there was a reason why poets, although treated with respect, ... continue reading
Facing the fool
Nobody listens to Platocrates in Castlegate any more. Even the seagulls were more interested in the scraps of bread than in his tortuous arguments. The thing is, nowadays, the agora has moved into different realms, ... continue reading
Always trying
He had always wanted to be able to play the piano or the violin, for that matter, but at this point, Mr. Nothing, although reluctantly, admitted that he could actually be ... continue reading
A stroller
Mr. Nothing knew many things, but nothing of much importance. On warm afternoons, on his way to a walk along the promenade, he liked to stop at Castlegate and listen to the old drunk Platocrates ... continue reading
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