Mundanity

Just everyday things

  • Prose – A Painter

    In the middle of a room, a painter sat on a wooden stool, holding a color palette on his left hand, and a paint brush on his right. In front of him stood a blank canvass, waiting to be filled with hues and images the painter has formed in his creative mind. Behind him, a… Read more

  • “Overcoming a considerable amount of self-doubt and nursing a wounded pride can definitely take its toll on a person.” Read more