The fingers of my left hand are partially numb, partially pained, because I just picked up my guitar for the first time in too long, and grabbed my lyrics book, and played some of my songs, and my fingers have no calluses left, and I don’t remember some of the chords, and I wasted my… Read More »“If no-one’s resonating on this frequency…”
There are so many beautiful, brutal, exquisitely illuminating human experiences playing out all over the world every single moment. Sometimes I imagine them, and wonder if they’re real. Sometimes I wonder if all our imaginings are simply us being offered a glimpse of another’s reality. Another being; another time; another world. Would that be more… Read More »Imagining
As I had failed to capitalise on the actual opportunity, I decided to pull the thread of my art show attraction in the comfort of my own bed. And, no, I don’t mean by masturbating, I mean by lying in the dark coming up with ideas. I followed the pathways my brain wanted to pursue.… Read More »Picture postcard