Chronicles of Fly

For the longest time I thought that art mirrored reality, that art was the mirror image of reality. Recently in a moment of reflection (Actually, I was drinking coffee), I analysed this thought. This is what I realised : if art does mirror reality, then artists just give a reflection, a carbon copy of life to their audiences, right? Basically, all artists do is copy and paste from life onto canvas, into a play, into a story, or into a poem. But, I know art can do so much more than just exist as an imitation. If art mirrors reality then almost anyone can be an artist. You just observe and document in musical, dramatic, visual form etc. But, that’s not artistic, that’s scientific.  After further deep and analytical thought, I reached a conclusion: art does not mirror reality, at least not in the literal sense, instead it represent reality. Art is a representation of reality, it can stand in for reality, but it cannot be/become reality. If art represents reality then ...

“Always look above your head, always.” – Underground rule number 1. You’re more likely to catch Herpes , than get hit by a bullet falling out of the sky. Don’t ask me how I know that, let’s focus more on the danger of falling projectiles. A bullet fired skywards at 90 degrees is only likely to cause a bad bump, because gravity slows its velocity as it falls back down through the lower atmosphere. However, a bullet fired from 45 degrees, is more likely to kill you instantly. Because at that angle, gravity actually increases its velocity as falls back downwards. So at this point, you fully understand why it is a bad idea giving guns to people with poor hand eye coordination, those who support Manchester United football club, and those with alcoholic tendencies. Helmets are protective gear, used frequently in sports (think Cycling, Ice hockey, Cricket, Gridiron, and baseball) or in dangerous occupations (Mining and Construction). They perform one key function - they reduce...

I hate Mondays. I open my eyes, just to realise that I am not dreaming, that sound is my alarm going off. I set the stupid thing 6 hours ago, but it feels like I've only been asleep for 20 minutes. I reluctantly drag myself to the shower (I am now taking showers under 10 minutes, miracles do happen),   my mind fully aware that I have a bus to a catch, while my body keeps screaming, “F*%k this S**t, take me back to bed.” Unfortunately, sanity and the mind prevailed. 15 minutes later, I'm in the kitchen, yelling at the kettle to hurry the f**k up or I won't have time to finish eating my breakfast, again. I'm distracted for a moment, I walk to the couch to put my shoes on, my feet have realised what I've known for a while. Winter has arrived. In fact, it's sitting in a spinning chair playing with the dials on the weather machine, probably asking itself, “Let's see what happens in Windhoek, if I make it rain in Cape Town?” I’m stirring the sug...