Momentary mystic
I sit in an optician’s chair, tested by the flashing of lights, trying to see more clearly, but it is no use: I remain addicted to the illusion that life is fine as it is finite, filled with stories of…
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September 2016
45mph – the speed of death
I have to admit that I can be impatient. Fortunately most of my friends are patient with my impatience, but sometimes it spills over and reveals itself. To an extent it’s always been there, but it’s been getting worse since I…
Colours
In a grey summer dreamworld you wear a coat of many colours but remain invisible until someone touches you, when you radiate that cool, unreachable light, changing everything: hell into heaven, for example, or absence into closeness The yellow bird…
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