Day 81
Just as I was going to bed last night, a random thought snuck its way across my mind. In the last few days I have spent ages putting together my… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Just as I was going to bed last night, a random thought snuck its way across my mind. In the last few days I have spent ages putting together my… Continue Reading
Enough of the antihistamines now after 3 days. I can feel the psychotic effect they have on me building up (mind racing, depression, ears ringing), and my left arm is… Continue Reading
The problem with weekends is that M and I burn the candle at both ends, and that I end up sleeping too late, vacillating between things I think I should… Continue Reading
Two days of winter left. The wind is blowing the clouds across the sky. The sun is out. The office is dark compared to the brightness outside. It’s good weather… Continue Reading
After less than five hours of sleep, words desert me. Or appear to. That futility feeling. Not because I think no-one reads, but because there are days when I feel… Continue Reading
C and K, our London daughters, suggested the entire family sign up to a tracking app so that we can see where each member of the family is at all… Continue Reading
Last night, I had a long video call with my best friend in New Zealand, someone I met through work in 2007, and whom I spent some time in the… Continue Reading
prose fails prose fails when clouds mountains missiles paper front pages ice snow ruins remote miles politics lies massacres borders closed to colour birth not birth birth death not motherhood… Continue Reading
A very busy day ahead. A very busy week, in fact. It will be Friday evening before I’ve even thought about it. We pack our days with so many things…. Continue Reading
Just now, I accidentally freed a fly from a spider’s web on the outside of the office door. Maybe it’s a metaphor for something. Two-way guilt. Guilt at depriving the… Continue Reading