I dream of a little cage, on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Lulled by
22 Feb
11 Apr
Another post from my journal a few years ago. Sometimes I think that the lessons of my life have been delivered in a series of disasters and catastrophes. It is
03 Mar
I am in bed recovering from surgery and bored out of my mind. The wasteland of daytime television stretches out before me endlessly it seems. “I could be working on