Life

Life is a conspiracy to make one forget one’s identity, incident by incident, day by day. It is a constant free-fall through a rabbit-hole of misadventures. If one tracks it, most of the time is spent in relentless struggle to survive, as if in a long-drawn war. The experience is like tiptoeing through a web of traps cleverly woven by a spider which has mastered the art of distraction, and the prey always falls for one when it’s least expecting. There are only two ways to exit – dystopia or death.