Infinitely Distracting

A tin heart beating 03.02.2024 5:06 ↓

Took life drawing classes and drew on life.

Take me to my ruin 27.01.2024 5:34 ↓

In the university of life I started with the things that one should not learn

Swing with the time 20.01.2024 4:14 ↓

Not everyone is ready to swing with the times

Impossibly awash with want and illusion 13.01.2024 5:25 ↓

Let me just sit and think for a minute., find my place on the page. Oh yes, I started to tell you about my beginnings...

Be bewildered 06.01.2024 6:10 ↓

I look around, here and there, apparently having not yet lost my mind,

Hoping that mind remains intact 30.12.2023 5:10 ↓

I look around me and wonder if I am losing my mind, and if so, whether or not it is feasible to find it again.

An accident of my imagination 23.12.2023 4:52 ↓

Needless to say, that was quite enough blurb for one day.

Shall I go on 16.12.2023 5:13 ↓

How resourceful our feelings are.

Lacking in verve 09.12.2023 4:33 ↓

Play your hand, push out your little boat, come what may, what else can you do? (Illustration by Rockwell Kent, 1930s edition of Moby Dick)

The joy of fixing 02.12.2023 4:33 ↓

What about the satisfaction of repairing, the joy of fixing, the meeting of challenge, the overcoming of obstacle, the flair, candour and generosity of ingenuity. All so ... infinitely distracting.

Void of all tenderness 25.11.2023 3:20 ↓

The sea quickly forgets.

Her memory entirely 18.11.2023 4:09 ↓

Watching wakes and noting the scent of movement.

Such ridiculous reverie 11.11.2023 3:33 ↓

Towards the point of no return...

Sublimely submerged and released 04.11.2023 4:08 ↓

One does not get to go backwards and revisit done and undone things.

Sea change hue 28.10.2023 4:09 ↓

I ditch footwear and dig toes into sand—delving blindly into cool comfort there.

Welcome debut 21.10.2023 4:23 ↓

We contemplate great whales of cloud lazing on the horizon, impressing us immensely.

Archaeologist's dream 14.10.2023 3:19 ↓

I wonder, I do, about where I left my roots, and what one is supposed to do with such things.

Some vague joy 07.10.2023 7:35 ↓

The colour of distant mountains at dusk

My quiff was wilting 30.09.2023 4:50 ↓

What can I do but follow

Once, I was better 23.09.2023 5:43 ↓

You've seen better days, she finally says,...

Raucous heft and absolute tranquillity 16.09.2023 4:05 ↓

I hear a train rumbling. It must be morning.

Unpicking with scant precision 09.09.2023 3:40 ↓

The sound of rain.

Rise to the equation 02.09.2023 5:04 ↓

I don’t know if you will remember where I am.

We dug onions 26.08.2023 4:12 ↓

We were growing up, greedy for happiness, shedding skin and skinning knees, becoming immune to some things and irritated by others. It will never be like this again.

Whip the world inside out 19.08.2023 2:54 ↓

Clearly, we were onto something.