09.07.2026
S: But it is delicious, no? The ravishment of expression.
A: Whatever do you mean?
S: Why do you think that the artist writes? Why do you think that the writer is an artist?
A: Because they think that language and expression is a way to counter the entropy of the world.
S: It is because it is addictive. It is a dopamine hit. You are letting it all out. Someone, somewhere, they will be reading. You are connecting with society, with another. That is why, for all that I write, the motivation has always been for love. That is why the love letter is the paradigm of my writing and my thought.
A: Love for yourself.
S: For the ideal reader. But you are on to something when you say that it is love for the self as well. Because, after all, I am writing for the community of the Tigers. I am The Tiger. I am expressing us. Us that are not represented. The Oppressed. Those from whom they would snatch the pen, snatch the voice and snatch our lives. I am writing for us. I am us. I am following the philosophy of India.
A: If then, you love to write so much, why are you falling off from this pleasure? From this ravishment of the senses.
S: Life my friend, it is full. So full that it is difficult to write.
A: It takes you no time at all. Get back into the habit of things.
S: These books, these scribblings. Are they life?
A: What is life if it is not the expression of the self?
S: Most of my life, I have sat behind a desk, thinking and writing. And now that I live a little, you would have me imprison myself once again. The unmoving mind.
A: Your mind moves most of all behind the desk. Your mind is like lightning. You begin to write. You look. It has been less than five minutes. And yet, the story has been written. The story of The Tiger and the Tigers.
diary of a lone man 