Transcendence comes when background hum and clatter coalesce into shape and thought and form. Storming ahead of a chasing tropical pack, fact informs fiction, fiction whispers loud and long: devilment begone, let revelry begin.
Crisp, thin strands of understanding stand around to cheer. Here is what they waited for. There comes a time when time comes to a standstill so that every single nuance…
Luxury means different things to different people. It may even mean different things to the same person at different times of their life.
There is a new spirit of organisation and motivation within me at present. Prudently, I have ridden this wave (oh it’s a wave now, I just called it a spirit.
Hey, Fever, you ain’t welcome round here. Whenever you call you leave balled-up tissues and empty pill packets all over. You flick the eyes with soiled fingers. Pinch the noses of the gracious rather than the spiteful. You’re damned noisy too. Ah, chew on that, you reply. No wonder you’re unpopular.
Isn’t there meant to be a glowing orangey thing on high beating down upon us? We may have been a bit spoiled by the fact that there’s been a genuine summer for much of the past month but having woken up to see greyer skies, feel a slight drop in temperature and a lack of that smashing orangey bit in the middle I feel like writing a stiff letter of complaint to Thor.
Of course I’ve written to him…
A rather relaxed chap I came across on one of my walks today.
A day of walking, talking, pointing my camera at things and a day of stuffing myself silly on food. Why is it that the more one eats during the daytime the more one feels hungry come the evening? Is there not some research grant being thrown abjectly away at studying just such phenomena in a lower league university somewhere in Britain?
Above steam and vapour,
Sucking up impurities
To hide them in a filtered lining.
Driven by electricity,
Twisted by suction fans.
The same to me as summer breeze
Brushing my face and arms
When sun beats down
On my skin.
Blasting out impurities
That clog up the pores
Of this urban world we live in.
Dear Humans, Having been trapped on your planet for some years now I feel honour bound to express my gratitude to those who have enriched and enabled an alien being to make his way amongst you without too much inconvenience to either species.
I took things very gently for much of the morning and early afternoon, then remembered I did actually have to leave the house for an appointment. It also felt as though some of the apparent fatigue in my legs was more a question of my body telling me that a bit of walking is good exercise and stretches the muscles which will otherwise tighten up.
While I was out and about I bumped into my PhD…
Voices from the past sing some familiar, some discordant tunes. They last as long as sound waves can, forever or until the room soaks up vibration the way egg-boxes and old carpets nailed to the walls placate neighbours when a residential band rehearses.