Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter


Day 308

It’s been one of those days again, when I’ve run out of time. It’s been a manic day, M and A’s train was late, and it took half an hour to get out of the car park.


Even when I am determined to carve some time out for myself, it just disappears. I have yet to work out why. Perhaps my life is a space/time discontinuum. Now that’s an interesting thought.

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