Day 166
Oh, sweet relief! I slept for at least seven hours. Even up until recently, I always thought sleep was an unnecessary evil. Sometimes now still think the same. But not… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Oh, sweet relief! I slept for at least seven hours. Even up until recently, I always thought sleep was an unnecessary evil. Sometimes now still think the same. But not… Continue Reading
I’m not very focused today (except work, I hasten to add). The last two nights have been what I call insomnia nights, and I’m dog-tired, and don’t actually understand why… Continue Reading
It’s late afternoon, I’ve got Test Match Special on, listening to the fourth day of the test match of England against New Zealand. I have to admit that I had been… Continue Reading
The spoken word can hide many things. There’s a silence in unnecessary conversations that’s deeper than comfortable silences when no words are needed for togetherness. Theodor Storm was quoted as… Continue Reading
It doesn’t do to question the wisdom or usefulness of this public journalling, even with its self-censorship, to spend time thinking about if anyone is actually reading it or absorbing… Continue Reading
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading
“I’ve been a bit worried about you – you seem so preoccupied with all the shite.” Thus reads the second line from an email I got yesterday from my lovely… Continue Reading
If someone I deal with in my day job makes a mistake and emails me with an apology, I usually email back saying that no apology is necessary, that we’re… Continue Reading
I lose the thread of my days when I don’t get this done in the morning. Time is really slipping through my fingers right now. It’s not that there are… Continue Reading