When I move, I stir up dust. I watch the particles dance through a beam of light. The movement is cut short when they fall outside the beam, only for the dance to start up again when the dust hits the next ray of light. Slowly, they fall to the ground, dancing as they go, […]
Writing. It comes in waves. Some weeks the words crash down on the shores of your mind. The next, it is as flat as a millpond. Nothing. Writing is not the only part of my life that comes in waves. Emotions, ideas, willingness, all come in waves. Is that because we are mostly water, and […]
They say procrastination is the thief of time. I though find it gives me more time; I just don’t use it wisely. Procrastination leads to boredom and sometimes stress as you try and come up with more inventive ways to kill the boredom and still manage to refuse to do what you set out to […]
I love cycling. I hate cyclists. There, I said it. I also hate cycling media and marketing. I used to work in one of those professions, then told the other one what to say. I love just pushing one foot down, then the other and moving forward. It is simply a fantastic way to get […]
The world opened up around me this weekend. I took myself away from my surroundings and comfort and buried myself in other surroundings. I spent the weekend surfing a wave of awe, looking at the mountains and landscapes surrounding me. Overhead, buzzards called. On the ground, there was a noise, a rustle, then nothing—just the […]
all our life we walk around like we’re on ice scared to say scared to act scared to exist
I feel like looking into the abyss is a cliche. Yet, I think tonight that I am yet again staring into the abyss. It is a strange hollow feeling, slightly nauseous. I sit and type these words, watching the characters fill the stark white screen, and wonder, “Am I really looking into the abyss?” Is […]
you held me tightly wrapped within bonds constricted i thought it was love
Arguments. Why do I always get pulled in? I try and be considerate, and the more I try and appease others, the more apoplectic the anger gets—torrents of it. I wonder if trying to be “nice” is the reason. I remember when I would defend myself with vigour, and I never seemed to get as […]
After the stillness of the night, I often contemplate how to deal with the incoming pressures of the day. I am almost at my happiest here. I am rested, thinking about the day ahead. Worries and fears yet to shape themselves in my mind. My mind is lucid, and it is a beautiful thing to […]
The Novel is Dying 