Washerwomen on the Banks of the Durance, by Paul Guigou

Pray at the Altar of Delusion and Haiku Suite on the Nine Muses

Disha Rajasekar

Pray at the Altar of Delusion

A Golden Shovel after Shakespeare’s As You Like It
Look upon the simple life tinged by shades of emotions, all
of it a facade to entertain one’s own delusions. Humans are the
grandest joke of all, preening their peacock feathers to the world’s
bottomless soul, blackening it overtime as the clock strikes at a
constant pace. Peel black the velvet red curtains to reveal a stage
of opulent grandeur, except it’s all a masquerade of nonsense, and
once the illusion is brought down, you are left wondering why they all
fell for an idiosyncrasy of such grand scale. That will be the
downfall of them all when they open their jaded eyes and men
realize that they aren’t the kings they fantasize themselves to be. And
many of them are weak and spineless cowards that pray at altars. Women
are sick to their burning pits at how vapid they are told to appear. Merely,
for the sake of not threatening others. All of them exist here as players.