a time of magic
He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn. The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic. At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can...
Stories are code. You are the programmer.
He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn. The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic. At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can...
Poor human hearts pounding everywhere, lying in their beds, walking their dogs, worrying about their future, dwelling on how their life took a wrong turn as they ride the bus to work in the morning. I’m lying here in my hotel bed. No other guest are stirring at this hour. ...
And what does it matter in the end, the prince and the pauper travel different roads to reach the same end, buried six feet beneath cold earth, food for the worms and a silent eternity.
I’ve heard the eternal footman hold my coat and laugh hysterically, and I laughed with him! You have no choice but to play the game hard and fast because he’s always riding your ass and one day the bell will toll for you.
Civilization is only good for the very weak and the very clever; the strong lose their natural Darwinistic advantage. The weak can get a way with shit they would never pull if they didn’t have the law to protect them, like the counter clerk who gives you attitude because they...
Driving down the motorway at 5.30 in the morning, I can’t help but think we are little more than sophisticated ants. The central government plays the role of the queen ant. We play the role of the workers, warriors, and consorts. No one asks if you want to belong to...
You can’t trust people. They will only let you down. The things you say are taken out of context and used against you. They will cut you deep with your own words and stand and watch you bleed. I will keep my words shallow with no depth and no meaning...
I am sitting in a greasy roadside diner. The smell of cooked fat sits heavy in the air. I know that when I leave here, the smell of grease will have crept into every fiber of my clothes. People will think that I work in a kitchen. I try to...
She was the ugly one. The guys never wanted the ugly one. She sat and watched her beautiful blond-haired blue-eyed bombshell of a friend garner all the boys’ attention. They had no idea what they were missing, leaving her to sit and stir her vodka lime and soda on her...
views from my hotel: I some times I get disoriented from all the traveling up and down the country I do. Especially when I work with multiple clients on projects that require different skill sets. Because I submerge myself into my work roles completely, when I have a quiet moment...
You Should Be A Poet You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery… Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You’re already naturally a poet, even if you’ve never written a poem. What Type of Writer Should You Be?
I am glad I did the things I did when I was young. I lived hard and played hard as a soldier and a young man. I see some of these young kids in the call centre and I think what a waste of youth. I am working with a...
Life has been trying to creep back into my consciousness. Or least all those things that try to distract me and pass themselves off as life – like death and taxes. It seems that when I live in the now, all sorts of other things build up in the periphery...
I am back home after another week in Rayleigh. The hotel I stay in during the week only serves food that I have to ask someone what it is. Yes, I could go out in town to get a bite, but my dinner allowance is mixed in with the hotel...
“What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” (T.S. Eliot, The Gidding, V)
“The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember or pretend you remember.” – Harold Pinter — I spent the day in Glastonbury yesterday. I went to visit an old friend and take in some of the sacred sites.
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Everyone is a complimentary therapist or healer it seems these days. Go to any meditation group or spiritual gathering and most of the people in the room will be a practitioner of some form of alternative therapy. Most will be practicing their “art” part-time with ambitions to pursue their “passion”...
Do you agree that modern men and women are alienated, confused, and suffer from profound doubt?”