There’s this dream I keep having. Never was one for the importance of them, apart from the ones that scared the piss out of me, or the ones that were kinda fucked up. Mostly dreams were this topic that you’d throw up to inevitably bore the person you were talking to because there wasn’t much […]Read more "Recurrence"
It’s Saturday morning. Late morning (No work means the bed is all that matters for way longer than strictly necessary), and you’ve got Shit To Do. So up you get! Go on, get the kettle on, shuffle your half asleep backside out the door and get your fucking coat on, you got to the shops! […]Read more "A Journey through the City"
Hi there! Nice to meet you! My name’s so and so, what’s yours? Cool name, so what do you do for a living? Sounds interesting, so… Time passes. Smiles and laughs shared, echoing in a time and space. …it was great talking to you, Ask her number. So I’ll see you around! Idiot. Why didn’t […]Read more "Drifting Away: A short piece about meeting people"
Rain has a certain impact on the soul. For many its a inconvenience, damp weather ruining an otherwise decent day, or stopping the world from spinning on your schedule. For myself, it’s a reprieve from all things, a sense the world ceases in an instant. Time frozen in teardrops, clouds blocking out the spin and […]Read more "Reminiscing in the Rain"
Quite a strange question but one with far reaching consequences should we dwell too much on it, but worth asking: Does anything really matter? And if it does, who do we want to be? What do you want to live for, die for, stand up for in your life? Life is this short period of […]Read more "Does it really Matter?"
We live in interesting times. That’s not always a good thing. Especially if you’ve read any headlines lately. Seems to me at the moment we’re in a tailspin as a whole. There’s a brexit vote that ABSOLUTELY HAS TO BE HONOURED., there’s the recent own goal of an election that defied the odds, and a […]Read more "Change and the Challenges of the Future"
I once sat at the edge of the world, in a place called Port Douglas, and saw the above. And I had nothing but time, and space, and myself at the edge of paradise. After a fairly turbulent year, this was a moment of uninterrupted peace and tranquility, a site and place of pure reflection. […]Read more "A Moment of Solitude at The Edge of Paradise"