There’s something automatic about writing this paragraph. The way my fingers tap the keys and the words form from the letters I choose, the positions of which never change so over time my hands have learned to guide themselves in perfect sequence with my thoughts. Occasionally, I mis-spell a word, but that’s part of the […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 27 ‘Is Writing like Breathing?’When questions circle and hide their intent through subterfuge and complication, as they often do, like people, lives, events, lifetimes, and consequences, how can we really tell when one question ends and another begins? Punctuation helps, it always does. It tells us when to breathe and such instructions are crucial to our survival. So punctuation […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 16 ‘Can punctuation really save our lives?’They always will. They always do. People always let you down. And when they do you won’t be surprised because you’ve been let down before and you will be let down again. And again. And again. Sometimes, it will be an enormous letdown, when someone you love doesn’t love you any more. Or never did. […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 17 ‘How I manage when people let me down’What means the most to you? People. Obviously, and endlessly. Absence is absolute. It is for me. Connection is everything. The only thing. Real. Profound. Deep-felt and long-lasting. If ever severed or broken, then all else that follows is broken too. Even though we wish it wasn’t. But wishes are the winning lottery tickets you […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 9 ‘What means the most to you?’How do we know where we’re supposed to be? A question probably more easily answered in the negative. We probably know where we’re not supposed to be and that’s normally where we want to be. That’s where I want to be right now – where I’m not supposed to be. But how do we really […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 7 ‘How do we know where we’re supposed to be?’I am a Doctor of Philosophy. With letters before and after my name. And if you look carefully in the dustier parts of the internet you’ll find my doctorate published by an international university press. It was a massive effort to complete. I lost (almost) everything in the process. My relationship. Friends. Possessions. Addresses. My […]
Read More Notes from the Wasteland No. 5 ‘I am a Doctor of Philosophy.’There’s something stirring. It is the usual something. That same something that it always is. Something about where I am and where I want to be. A distance, if you like. At certain times of the year I am too tired, too happy, too crushed, or simply just too unaware to consider the actual distance […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 4 ‘There’s something stirring.’Hey 2021, I’m ready for you. It’s that time of year when I think about family and friends, failings and futures, fallings-out and forgiveness. All the things that forever whirl and eddy in my mind and find focus at particular times in particular ways. Those particles of hurt and the hate and love and lust […]
Read More Notes From the Wasteland No. 3 ‘Hey 2021, I’m ready for you.’
