January 28, 2021

Am I Still In Control Of Anything?

Nik Costas

Ink And Oil Paint On PaperThe Lonely And The Restless, 2021

These empty streets seem to mirror our lonely lives and dreaming becomes imperative. Fantasy overwhelms as reality slides and I seriously considering burning the lot. And at that moment on the threshold of sanity I was stung. Every pitiful excuse plagued me as my throat began to narrow. I slumped in front of an onyx display and croaked the syllable ‘help’, I even purred the word probably for dramatic effect and definitely demanding attention but alas I had no wi-fi to broadcast my tragedy. And as I plunged into nothingness, I counted my ten possessions and could only picture my blocked sink.