I am quite certain that things were not always so, that I did not wander away when people bored me, or find myself straining to maintain social charades. I seem to recall being quite a social fellow, happy to talk about anything and nothing. Being unable, as of yet, to blame age for my discourteous ineptitudes, I must recourse to the possibility ( Read more... )

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I wanted to write something about the nature of attachments; the way that they bite both ways and even the smallest notion of freedom must be relinquished if one wishes to relate.  I thought I might regale you with some irrelevant motions of my fragile mind and hope that you might be pushed to reply.  Your replies mean a lot to me, you see; they ( Read more... )

Hmm... likening yourself to a tarot-card. Isn't the whole point of Tarot cards that it allows you to externalise? Aren't they entirely based on the idea that we know more than we think but focus too much on ourselves? In short: isn't this exactly what tarot cards are designed to beat?


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So, here's the question: What if I knew nothing? What if someone I loved and admired commented to this post and I realised in the stark clarity of the moment that they were meaningless cyphers to me. Admired solely because I am convinced they must be, important only because they seemed to be. What on earth would you do if you turned around and ( Read more... )

Do you ever get tired of people so blind-certain that they are right that they might swear themselves cold as flames rise? We feel in a world constructed. Our thoughts and emotions carefully obstructed and eased. Such that we might feel as best one truly human feels. Parables and allegories, wisdom and warning, our mind and heart adulterated by ( Read more... )

Today, I am saffron robes and mountain snow.  The wind brushes words of wisdom from my lips.  Today, my soft-focussed vision protects me from the world. Textures seem muted and cotton.  Even sounds slow as they reach my ear.  Today, words touch me across a distant and cloudy expanse.  My fingers seem to glide across the keyboard, plucking letters ( Read more... )

Dear sir,
I can only trust that you are well, this missive in your hands.  My sincerest apologies for writing to you without suitable preamble.  Were I to insist that we have met, you would no doubt think me mad.  Yet I do not doubt that, were we to meet once more; your eyes would rest firmly on my features, and see there familiar lines that you ( Read more... )

Confusing Computer Conundrum
Damn and blast! I’ve become a prey to technology once again.  Like almost anyone these days, I spend about an hour every evening writing and playing and watching on my Pc.  I haven’t upgraded my computer since forever (about 2001 actually) and it all seemed to be ticking over just fine… obviously it didn’t always run ( Read more... )