Andrew Dixon
Bio
Senseless
In a word that's my presence. Vision, taste and smell? Gone except my len's fits.
Supposed to be the one to die in just a couple of days, now I'm a survivor, plus I earned my MBA.
Hoping to spur creativity through challenges!
Stories (2/0)
From Purgatory to Present
After getting in a motorcycle accident and breaking 23 bones in my face, plus a permanently separated clavicle, including loss of vision in my left eye and taste & smell. Not to mention my IQ dropping to around ~55 from 128 and always in a dream world, except the last 2 days where I remember some things. I needed to be cut open from ear-to-ear to insert metal plates where the skull cracked and realign the broken facial bones. The Norse God Odin willingly gave up his eye and hung himself on Yggdrasil tree until re-born in exchange for all knowledge and wisdom in the universe, including runes (writing!). Sometimes a sacrifice is required to see what has been missing the whole time is what I discovered, and usually it's right in front of you as we fixate on other goals.
By Andrew Dixon2 years ago in Psyche
As The Ashes Fall
We just cared about ourselves and what we could buy, not what we could try to help each other survive. Just a penny for your thoughts can help a million survive. An equal alternative from being down all the time. Even if looking to make this place a little better that’s fine. But instead, we sat back and watched as our land, sea and forests died. Now we flourish with what their designing. Focusing & admiring the things that should bring on sirens. Worst part is the advertising intensifies it, so as the funding grew, the media grew silent. In the end, we stood up and grew violent, so over time we learned just how to confine it. Finally, now that we’re ready to stand up and deny it, everyone’s excited before we lay divided. Just the simple cost of making society silent.
By Andrew Dixon2 years ago in Fiction
