From Vine to Virtue; Veritas

 

The first sound I can remember hearing, a sound so pristinely embedded in my memory, the one that concocts the framework of my senses, the carnal inertia of my illiquid reality;

the uncorking of a bottle.

The echos playing with the vulgar aria that had been uncaged as it bounced around forgotten corners, flowing gracefully through the marbled hallways of my childhood.

Crimson Bacchanal; life's blood.  

A Book and a Beer

Bookstores and bars are of the same nature.  Filled with people who are actually very much alike.  

In both you will find yourself amongst a group of individuals all searching for something.  Searching for 

a release, 

a mask, 

an identity, 

an epiphany,

 an escape, 

peace of mind, 

a companion.

These worlds seem to seldom collide, sadly.  But if you happen to see, perhaps, a man with a pint in front of him and an open book in his hands... 

Take note that you are gazing upon a completely content man.

That, or he is insane.  

There may be little difference between the two.  Who knows.

Day One; of a Blog

All important information is useless.  

Just ask the guy who beats you at bar trivia.  Then ask the guy who never wins.  

To both, I'm sure, their useless information is rather important.