It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
writing
No difference on deck or overboard
How the tall trees swayed in the middle of the night in that strange pale glow not from a moon but god knows what all of us awash with a storm spitting sideways as if we were all hanging onto… Read More ›
The rhythm of the rain
All night long the rain.
Long dark blues
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
The art in the pharmacy
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
You’ll get your comeuppance, work-life balance
The fallacies and paradox of separating work from life.
Daydream requiem
One day it will be like this for me I thought.
