It All Begins And Ends With The Eyes
Or, as Mark Twain put it: “You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” (Sadly, my imagination has been offline these past couple of weeks, as I have been very busy with work...
View ArticleUnfleshed Future
Unfleshed Future When people talk about the future, I cringe. Not because it is so bleak, but because I am rubbish at the “planning for the future” game most people like to play. I always have been. I...
View ArticleZorro
Click on picture to enlarge … and he fought no more for the sea of sorrow eased his way into the night. (Today, my brother-in-law died. He was a special guy, with a special life. I like to think it is...
View ArticleSaving Earth? We Should Try Till The Very End
I’ve written before about the issues we’re faced with on Earth (here, here and here), and how I believe it doesn’t really matter whether or not we have a chance in hell to get our act together and save...
View ArticleThe Sun Coming Up Every Day Is The Story
Sadness is all around these days, and I suspect it will be for quite some time. I don’t really mind, this sadness of late is genteel, a great comfort in that wispy state that is best described as...
View ArticleSilence Mode
I’ve been in silence mode for a long time. Gotta fix something first – something big, that got broken along the way, and took parts of me with it. Please do not worry. All should end well. (I tell...
View ArticleThe Longing
After days of groggy sloppiness, in your last hours, you developed a longing for water. It wasn’t merely a physical thing, a technicality, irrigating the realms of your sickness....
View ArticleWhy It Does Matter What Kind Of Blue It Is
This is a re-post of an old blog item. I’m trying to get my act together and start using this space again. Not sure what I can offer you. It won’t be the same as before. Nothing is the same as before....
View ArticleLessons In Love From A Potted Plant
The potted plant that was never meant to spent its life indoors Many times it has told me it would prefer to be outside, to rot in rudderless rain or freeze in hilarious hailstorms. Though short-lived,...
View ArticleGrey’s Anatomy
“Oh goodie. Grey is the new sexy.” For the longest time, I had grey pinned as a terribly boring and dull colour. The colour of rain. Fog. A dead heart (which is quite a romantic notion, I confess. An...
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