Author Archives: diestl

The dichotomy of jumping from synopsis to synopsis, promises never kept, believing it was you and me against the world until I looked around and found, I was alone. Another restart. Unfulfilled dreams stare back from the mirror, and the umbilical cord still wrapped around my spirit, grounded, unable to fly. Freedom was, Friday nightsContinue reading “Unknown legends”

From the opening scene, it was clear Opus would live down to its overinflated name. The word opus implies a masterwork, this film delivers the opposite: a scattered, bloated mess trying desperately to mean something. Written and directed by Mark Anthony Green, whose résumé includes being a GQ Magazine writer and podcaster, his only previousContinue reading ““Opus” – A Pretentious Title for Cinematic Trash”

Is that all that there is? A generation of women were told decades ago, “You can have it all” by feminist leaders. They could have, Career.  Children. Independence.  Sexual liberation. Happiness. World travel and romance. Brunch with bottomless mimosas and the meaning to life. Gloria Steinem handed out empowerment advice like candy, and Ms. MagazineContinue reading “Why are white women so angry?”

In today’s attention-deficient culture, we’ve even lost the tolerance for waiting to be entertained. A moment of silence? It’s met with anxiety. We no longer sit with silence, we scroll through it. We scroll through dopamine hits like junkies in denial, calling it “productivity” when it’s just well-disguised panic. Multitasking the multitask.  One screen isn’tContinue reading “The Impatience of Impatience”

The Natives knew the offerings to Mother’s Nature. And then religion came, not to join the offer, but to undo it. Truth will always be the truth, until it twists. Scratch the itch, it deepens. And a broken lock, stays locked. Release the anchor, improvisation drift, not lost, uncharted. Have faith. c 2024 Chu TheContinue reading “Nature’s Crucifixion”

When the world falls apart before your eyes, the pillars you once deemed immortal marble monuments of certainty begin to fracture. A fissure within the fissure, like rot beneath polished wood, spreads without sound, a quiet mutiny against the illusion of permanence. What was fortress was façade. What was strength was scaffolding painted like stone.Continue reading “The rust beneath the peeling gold.”

A glimpse of Heaven is lying in bed on a warm, golden morning, when a cool breeze drifts in through the half-open window, carrying the rich, smoky perfume of bacon cooking in your neighbor’s kitchen. Time to make the coffee. c 2025 Chu The Cud All Rights Reserved

War didn’t just take lives, it shattered the emotional and structural fabric of the family. We taught men how to survive the battlefield, but never how to return to life when they got back home. They came back with medals and nightmares, with silence in their mouths and fire buried in their chests. Fathers inContinue reading “The void of structure”

Ripped from the depths of unconsciousness by unadulterated obligation, for a taste of freedom. I looked in the mirror, without reflection, transfixed on, disappearing. Nothing was said. Still sleeping with open eyes, spellbound, moving to a rhythm that forgot its music. I entered a meeting, to plan the meeting, for the meeting that would summarizeContinue reading “Hallucinations of Happiness”

I never asked to be understood. I’m not here to be decoded, explained, or made easier to digest. I don’t bend to make you comfortable. The crystals around my neck? They carry stories that are mine, not yours. They vibrate with the echoes of ancestors, not algorithms. You ask why? Because you see mystery andContinue reading “Vibrations of echoes”