Saturday, 11 February 2012

I don't want to write anything today. I didn't want to take the photo either. Blah blah blah. Looks like it's from Akira. Just gets better and better. Words, words, words. No I meant, what is the matter? The matter 'tween whom? Akira and Tetsuo? Blah blah. Let's watch The Machinist. No, he needs to stop walking. Blah blah. Streams of consciousness when I have nothing more interesting to write. Thus ends another day, one motive, no hope, every sidewalk I walk is littered with other people's words.

Friday, 10 February 2012

between your intentions

and the results of your actions.

Thursday, 9 February 2012

I did nothing for most of the day today. I allowed apathy and disconnectedness to take over, I felt miserable, I even went back to bed in the late afternoon. Then I went for a walk, started writing a new story, and went to training - and remembered I have very, very good friends and that there is treasure buried in this trash-heap of a world. I walked through the snow feeling blessed and invigorated.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

The internet has given us each a platform, so that there are so many platforms that we have no reason to pay attention to any of them. Artists without admirers, radio stations without listeners, journalists without readers. We should have listened to the boy from The Incredibles: when everyone is special, no one is.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

These curtains close on worlds unknown
The poor will talk about how poor they are
The Irish will talk about how Irish they are
Scientists will talk about science
And artists about art
And these curtains close on worlds unknown
Another drink goes down your throat
Another sun rises and you're still the same person
Another YouTube play of another rap
And now that man's hands got plans for me
Now that man's hands got plans for me
And these curtains close on worlds unknown
These curtains close on worlds unknown
Red bricks circled round

Monday, 6 February 2012

The snow is melting, and will melt faster than double-sided memories of a long night.

Lyric of the moment: "na-na-na-that that don't kill me can only make me stronger".

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Glass and snow, and flowerpots. In dealing with the police and the hospital over the last two days, I find my respect for public service workers increased and my despicable socialist ideals more firmly entrenched. The snow seems to be melting already, and it's just about time to start work on a new story. Let's get down to business.