Although the book is only feet away from me, ennui prevents me from moving from my bed and taking it from the shelf. Albert Camus wrote something about suicide and absurdity in The Myth of Sisiphus[sic]; that it's not until a person becomes fully conscious about the absurdity of life, it's sheer pointlessness, do they … Continue reading It’s Been a While; time to waffle
Dawn
Holy Island, Lindisfarne: 19th July, 2016, 4:11am: As the crow flies into dawn, the moon dies off, the sun is born. I reached half a century that day - though I hadn’t bet on having shingles as a birthday present.
To the Land of Dreams I Run
To the land of dreams I run, When the day makes off with the sun. "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." - Matthew 11:28 There comes a time, as the last embers of daylight are swallowed by the abyss of night, when I … Continue reading To the Land of Dreams I Run
Remnants
When the dead are yonder and break not one more heart, they leave us things to ponder: accidental art. Update: 2nd March, 2025. I recall writing this post after reflecting on the slow, relentless erosion of ancient sandstone gravestones in the many churchyards and cemeteries my work led me to. Time and the elements conspired … Continue reading Remnants
Pat on the back
They say knowledge is power, but they rarely specify what kind of power - or at what cost it comes when wielded by the hands of a curious child. In theory, expanding one’s awareness of the world is a noble pursuit. In practice, it often ends with something on fire, something in tatters, and someone … Continue reading Pat on the back
Wording 