Monthly Archives: November 2018
Sleep. It’s not something I’ve ever been expert at. I either do too little of it or too much. Too much means I’m wasting what diminishing time I have left to do stuff on this planet. Too little puts me … Continue reading
I saw my last Californian sights a year ago today. Back in San Francisco after a week falling in love with Big Sur and Monterrey, everything seemed louder. The buildings seemed too tall, the people too squashed together. I got … Continue reading
I’m living life out of sync with the rest of my immediate surroundings again; I sleep much of the day and am awake at night staring into the abyss that the past year’s events have made of my existence. When … Continue reading
Over the weekend 2018 supplied me with several more reasons so really hate this year but none more saddening and shocking than to hear of the death of an old friend. I’m short on details of her passing but full … Continue reading
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“I’m not clingy” said the clingiest of clingfilm, clinging like a limpet to a lie. When love is a punch in the beer gut it’s funny, but, it doesn’t really feel that nice. Too many things given with too many … Continue reading