Sometimes I Climb the Walls and Lie on the Ceiling
. . "His dreams of a regenerate world are but the reverberations of his own fevered pulse beats. He imagines the world will follow him, but in the blue he finds himself alone. Alone..." - Henry Miller, The Time of the Assassins: a Study of Rimbaud. . . Don't throw me away you, you may... Continue Reading →
The sitting room in this photograph is full of options... at least where sitting down is concerned. It is indeed a room for sitting. Yet. Rather than choose a seat... as there was no one else around I could sit anywhere I pleased... and enjoy the luxury of such a rather sumptuous place, what... Continue Reading →
This week I have been caught in between several minds about my life - the past, the present and the future. Part of me needs to think things through... another part would rather not think... and... so on. Luckily, at the end of this week I was whisked away to another time and place. ... Continue Reading →
Every day our ego has several a little deaths. Do I mean that as in - petit mort - the French euphemism for orgasm or do I mean it literally? And am I using ‘literally’ correctly or incorrectly? Do I care… someone out there probably thinks I should care and may even feel the need... Continue Reading →
