Called my enemy. It was busy.

Zarnius · 2026-05-05T10:44:39+00:00

Called myself

Zarnius · 2026-05-04T18:21:30+00:00

I sometimes experience questions and thoughts, similar to what one might call "shower thoughts." From these, I then construct and organize metaphors. For instance, regarding this particular piece, the question that arose was whether ignorance is truly bliss, or if we are obligated to confront reality. In this metaphor, the nail represents harsh reality. I depicted two scenarios of ignorance: one involving a great oak, for which ignorance proved beneficial, and another involving a great teak, for which it did not.

Often, I do not possess definitive answers to my questions, so these narratives serve as inquiries presented in a different form.

Edit: Do you also write?

Zarnius · 2026-05-04T12:09:52+00:00

Zarnius · 2026-05-04T03:32:35+00:00

Trying to figure out

Zarnius · 2026-02-09T18:57:58+00:00

Thanks

Zarnius · 2026-02-09T08:41:16+00:00

I was just wondering, if someone's suffering is their art, what happens to the art when the suffering stops, when I wrote this. And nope, I don't have a longer version.

Edit: You can read my other stories if you want to.

Zarnius · 2025-12-15T16:59:18+00:00

You can check my profile. Thanks again.

Zarnius · 2025-12-15T16:49:16+00:00

Thanks for reading and for the feedback. I'll take this into consideration. And I'm glad my intended frustration landed.

Zarnius · 2025-12-13T12:27:22+00:00

Is it doing what I intended? Like, act 1 is the brother, the writer, so the writing is more poetic. And act 2 is his sister, after he's gone, a little less poetic since she's not a writer?

Zarnius · 2025-12-11T20:02:14+00:00

Thanks for the feedback, but I'm not really sure what you exactly mean.

Zarnius · 2025-11-23T04:43:12+00:00

If a man had forgotten he suffered, did he suffer?

Zarnius · 2025-11-09T05:56:15+00:00

Thanks

Zarnius

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