Haunted When the Minutes Drag 1
1. Time Stopped Behaving Itself I didn’t notice time stopping so much as misbehaving. Like a child left alone with a felt tip pen and a white wall. No dramatic rupture. No bang. Just a slow … Continue reading
Weird and Eerie (1) – Last Train To London Dark – Part Two.
xiii. Rik Rack Recumbent On a bench outside the main gate of King’s Cross Station, I see a familiar face. Rik Rack has poured himself into a solid wooden bench … Continue reading
Melancholia and the Janus Hue – Part One
i ‘To attempt to write a guide to such an amorphous concept as melancholy is overwhelmingly impossible, such is the breadth and depth of the topic, the disciplinary territories, the … Continue reading
All this and Soft Play, too… (On Self Editing)
I’ve been asked to illustrate a point about ‘self-editing,’ in terms of agoraphobia. The answer is that I can’t. Not directly, anyway. The problem with agoraphobia, as I mention in … Continue reading
Recent Comments