Day 356
I was sitting in the car outside Carrow Road waiting for A to finish a late shift the other week, coming up to two in the morning, when it was… Continue Reading
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Richard Pierce
Day 355
After therapy this afternoon (and more of that later), I got sidetracked by doing nothing – sort of. I hung out some Christmas lights at the back of the house,… Continue Reading
Day 354
Time is pressing. In so many different ways. Only 11 days of this year left. An artificial measure, yes. But still one which is real and has its effects on… Continue Reading
Day 353
Whilst my dear friend Ren writes eloquently and with gravitas about living without social media, I have spent most of my weekend and today thinking about my deliberate absence from… Continue Reading
Day 352
Quick sitrep. I spent my morning writing Christmas cards, my last few for hand distribution down in Stradbroke, and then I drove down there to see most of the Radio… Continue Reading
Day 351
DANCE There is never a last dance. We Swim through the flames between The worlds of death and life and The fear disappears as we disintegrate And merge into these… Continue Reading
Day 350
Naming I remember reading about structuralism, de Saussure, and outdated notions about how different parts of language fitted one into the other to make meaning. Then turned the pages to… Continue Reading
Day 349
Just back from London. It’s 23:15. Strategic error – wearing a pair of new boots that I’d bought 5 years ago but only worn once, and that M took a… Continue Reading
Day 348
FROZEN The Thames is not frozen. No fear of breaking through Into the water by making a friend Of the treacherous ice. The sun Paints a gentle shine over the… Continue Reading