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 →

So Far So Good…

It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. According to later accounts, there were only two people existing to enjoy such days. Their first seven days had passed into something that their children would call a week. The thought of children had never crossed their minds; sex wasn't even on the radar.... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas…8

He came just after dark. I could hear his terrible steps across the city. My world trembled with each footfall. Tonight, my room had a window to the world and I stood at the cold pane watching the giant's advance. Each stride was met by fire. Each step an explosion. And I watched as if... 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 →

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 →

Lost Christmas…5

These dark days I hardly see anyone. There's shapes and shades and shadows but nothing you could put a label to. Most of them tend to keep to the walls as if touching their way along in the darkness. My little kiosk sits in the middle of the walkway, a shining light during those lonely... Continue Reading →

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