
Racing downwards as
Quickly as possible to
Appease gravity
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Racing downwards as
Quickly as possible to
Appease gravity
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

// A Java Haiku
public static void
haiku(String cheese) {
System.out.print(cheese); }
Today, I felt like writing a haiku in Java. It’s a programming pun, based on the common word “string” in programming lexicon but also the idea of string cheese.
Blast from the Past:
‘ Haiku in Basic
print(five_word_sentence$)
print(five_word_sentence$+ ” and then”)
print(five_word_sentence$)

I’m my soul’s riches
No landscape but what we see
Inability to dream
Blast from the Past:
You lose your hope most
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

Will I ever find
A contentment that will quench
My thirst to explore?
Blast from the Past:
Standing at the edge.
This is my world. What wondrous
Waterfalls await.

How many we are
What seas crash within us
Our armored contempt
Blast from the Past:
The waves keep rising
While all around clouds darken
Hope lies in the deep

Normality is
Overrated. Everywhere
I look they seek it.
Blast from the Past:
Professional survival:
Evasive banality
Good and normal lie

Writer’s paradox
Literature simulates life
Impossible shepherds
Blast from the Past:
Graphic medicine
Eye of a budding writer
I’m so sick of words

More adventures will
Be there for you tomorrow.
Now go get some sleep.
Blast from the Past:
Drifting into sleep
Finally after a long day
Losing consciousness

Inscrutable hours
This morning now emerging
Inexplicable boredom
Blast from the Past:
It’s great to feel
Useless. Nothing like boredom
For your subconscious.

The real rulers of
New Zealand, in control of
Everything: the birds.
Blast from the Past:
Birds have never known
Borders, governments, or laws
And look how they soar