Monday, May 9, 2022

Portraits of a tired man

It seems I've crossed a Rubicon. I am at a point in my life, where I don't feel like telling any more stories. 
Don't you think that I'm out of stories. Not only the old ones are not fully told to anyone yet, the new ones are still piling. But...
It seems I've crossed a Rubicon. I am at a point in my life, where I don't feel like telling any more stories. 
It's not the stories that are tired. It's me, who has grown tired, old, bitter, and lonelier than ever before. Perhaps it's time for a final set of pictures, nay, portraits to hang, to garland, to forget.... and to end it all.


P.S. - the sketch and the painting and the keyring were gifted to me by some special friends, students, well-wishers. Don't judge it adversely though, for the portraits are well-made. It's the face that's twisted.

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