Infinitely Distracting

We were not looking where we were going, running on intuition, hunches and illusion, or … delusion. There, in that dark sprawling city, spilling with life, on the troubled and brooding River Thames, …

It’s a stage, I suppose, where it all plays out, the unfurling of boundless energy and blind yearning of youth. Is it theatre, or is it simply a dream.

On Sunday morning, we go to visit Diana, whose address still faintly appears on the inside of Pedro’s wrist where she wrote it back in chapter 132.

I sincerely hope that a plot is not forming here. What could be worse than that. (Image illustration by the author; some twisted handmade nails.)

The Fat Boys are apparently distracted by the slow deliberate plucking of my fingers on the strings. I ponder this scene wondering about just what it could mean,

Infinite attention. What could that be about. The opposite perhaps of infinite distraction. What would that look like. A good cop, bad cop dichotomy. Attention good, distraction bad, ... or not.

Everybody wants to try, at some time. Everybody wants to try and jump off something that’s higher than what they can handle,

Jacques Lusseyran, French author and political activist, blind from the age of seven, suggested that one might prepare for one’s central mission in life by doing things that may seem entirely unrelat…

Time marches on in the Wilting Thistle, apparently waits for no one.

All about the magic of typewriters and text miraculously appearing. That kind of thing. You'll just have to listen to find out more.

Success, failure, how does one measure such things, with a sexton or a yardstick, or simply with the thumb. The story continues, now in the depths of Hackney. (Song "Being born" from the album "Throu…

Taking stock of an unloved abode cut crooked by intersecting destinies in the backstreets of Hackney. It looks something like the Earnshaw farmhouse of Wuthering Heights, just a couple of scrawny irr…

My list, of course, unsurprisingly not unlike anyone else’s and not worthy of analysis at this point in time, or perhaps, ever. I am standing on the corner with a suitcase in my hand, …

Just what would you do with the last few days.

Everywhere you look something you have not seen before, these glimpses and glances, insights and out takes, insinuations, hints and intimations, all grist for the mill, material to tailor into a uniq…

From the city centre I radiate out, taking it all in, taking in the immensity of it all.

Think of London, small city. It's dark, dark in the daytime. People sleep, sleep in the daytime.If they want to, if they want to. I'll find myself a city, find myself a city to live in. (Talking Head…

There is clearly much to learn about this life, as every step reveals, and curiosity reigns, as reserve is suppressed and restraint denied.

This day has only just begun and here I am in the capital, entering this Roman shell in all its outgrown glory. I disembark at Victoria Station, trailing like a tramp my meagre goods and chattels, lo…

The saga continues, crossing oceans and lands, to end up in London. Travel, of course, opens the mind, ... and more sometimes. (Photo by Bleddyn Butcher. Song "Let yourself go" from the album Standar…