NOTHING IN MIND

At times there are instances when absolute nothing enters the mind, ideas just did not come, likened to a block inside one’s brain, compressing every single thought that could, like, most of times, prior- initiate a volley of impressions. Sparking, a narrative that depicts a situational happening, an eventful happenstance, a, serendipity, that only papa found portentous. A salient, after thought, that does not illuminate anything. Verily, an insignificant consideration, a something, that is wholly irrelevant, particularly so, in a situation that requires passive reactions. A, perpetual ‘myopia’- that is encouraged, incessantly, lest the irksome, albeit universally sanctioned criterions be unleashed into mindsets, that were shackled all along.
Papa is at it again, he is venturing into something that is beyond his comprehension. Plunging in, tune with, an expedient although judicious realm that has the propensity to rummage, into the esoterically disposed proposition of ‘polity’: a, demagoguery that does not, harbor any dissent, nor brook any restraint. A, ‘statecraft’ that has been ‘mercenary’ for too long, a, reprobate, quiddity that quid pro quo, was disquieted, by a saffron hued insurrection, comprising of a citizenry that, simply put, was, satiated with ‘disgust’.
Papa should stop now, he has digressed much, he has been too far from his comfort zone, dangdut and its ‘wretchedness’ somehow, evaded him that while back. By, and large, he is as seedy as the ‘infernal dangdut’ he so loved, he should not really be ‘dabbling’ into things, he did not really ‘quite’ understand. He would not want to upset his ‘conservative’ friends, for the truth being, he is much localized and a bit ‘rustic’, to all intents and purposes, thenceforth, any ‘internationalist’ proclivities, on his part, would only effused an incongruity that will inevitably, lead to a ludicrous ‘state of affairs’. F….k you, papa, what were you, thinking of ?