At the Café
I have escaped from the confines of the junk-room for a few hours. I’m holed up in the middle of the café my daughters work at for the morning - or at least ...
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Relentless
To say the last few days, weeks, or months have been something of a grind would be something of an understatement. A relentless trudge between drama, argumen...
Socially challenged
Rather than trudge through the rain this lunchtime to a nearby store that sells marvellous sausage rolls, I warmed up leftovers from the fridge, and plan to ...
Midnight
The clock is ticking inexorably towards midnight.
What if it’s made out of cheese
Why is it the moment I sit down to write a blog post, my body decides it’s time to visit the bathroom? It’s almost like my body is better at procrastinating ...
Authenticity
Following the quite predictable implosion and subsequent exodus of users from the hellscape that Twitter became once Elon gave free reign to the toxic horde,...
Recursion
Every time a computer wakes up, it sees the world for the first time. In the first seconds of it’s resurrected life it learns “how to be what you expected it...
Endings and beginnings
While attempting to work this week there has been constant noise from next door - the sound of workmen crashing and banging around in the garden. I wondered ...
Like an exhale
Tuesday became Wednesday ten minutes ago - while brushing my teeth alongside my daughter in the downstairs bathroom. We have a weird synchronicity - we often...
What will your verse be
Tonight is all about having nothing to write, but writing anyway - in the vague hope that forcing words into the keyboard will somehow cause them to self-org...