Driving Dirty…

I was going to wash the car this morning but then it decided to rain. Days do that to you. They watch you like nosey neighbours who have a grudge. They try to second-guess you so that they can put a nail in your plans. So now the rain is falling and the car is... Continue Reading →

Time Will Tell…

It's been almost a  three years since I finished my first journey of recovery and discovery. I thought that it had all gone amazingly well and that my life was set for a new and adventurous course that would be fuelled by writing. I'm still putting in the fuel , but my life is still in... Continue Reading →

Solitude…

… the highest and most decisive experience of all, … is to be alone with his own self, or whatever else one chooses to call the objectivity of the psyche. The patient must be alone if he is to find out what it is that supports him when he can no longer support himself. Only... Continue Reading →

Sleep And The Living…

I have always slept. Eight hours is what I aim for, eight long, deep hours of nothingness. The years have probably dealt me many good nights in which I have wandered aimlessly through the ocean of indifference, bumping into the various flotsam and jetsam that remain of my consciousness. At other times, sleep has been... Continue Reading →

Flat-Pack Manger…

A piece of wood that was part of the manger that the baby Jesus slept in has retruned to Jerusalem, just in time for Christmas. Now that's a sign of either divine intervention or just good Black Friday shopping. I can see some of the devout eyes popping out as they read this heretic post,... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…6

"How's the world treating you today, sir?" I was at the kiosk again and not quite knowing how I got there. That's the thing with mornings, if you're not careful they all dissolve into one. Perhaps it's early onset of something to do with my mind. These days, it's not working how it once did.... Continue Reading →

On Receiving A Large Sum Of Argent…

Bonjour! Salutations. I have received, en francaise, a letter, informing me that as a result of a family member's accident (dans un accident de voiture), I am now the owner of a large sum of money. The said argent sits in an account that is administered by l'avocat Chris Ramson. Je suis tres joyeaux. Unfortunately,... Continue Reading →

Silent Goodnight…

The Chances Of Anything Coming From Mars... During the first days, only the cranks and kids spoke about it. There were those who would always speak of such things 'that were out there' so, when things came along that promised hidden secrets, the group of ‘know-more than is seen’ were happy. It was coming for... Continue Reading →

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