Polyfilla and tingling

Been ill for over a week. Always ill. Told myself months, years ago to keep a diary so that I could record when I’m ill and quantitively record just how bad my immune.

Didn’t listen to myself.

I’m not a martyr but…

my feet really hurt.

I pushed the boundaries of professional academic endurance today. There was nothing unusual about my scheduled teaching hours. Two sessions for the day, as per usual, each three hours long. (I currently work at the university two…

Why I teach.

I began teaching because it raised its head as an opportunity, an opening, a door to walk through. I didn’t even have to knock.

I strolled through and what I saw only appealed.

I am the sun

I am the sun. Burning. Occasional flares reaching out and scorching nearby planets. I burn inside, molten, tumultuous. Lash out without feeling, or simply to feel.

But this person is fading, has faded, I am thankful. The means justify the end when it comes to stabilising nuclear…

Isn’t snow wonderful.

Isn’t snow wonderful. Floating, drifting. Falling from the heavens like tiny pieces of white candy floss. Every flake formed around a tiny particle of grit. The beauty of grit.

Isn’t snow wonderful.

The magnetic lure of entropy

Yesterday afternoon took its toll on my body. A long three-hour teaching session spent almost entirely on my feet. My legs ached and groaned.

Today I felt better. I had a healthy breakfast and walked to work. I have a whole bottle of smoothie in my bag…

Like déjà vu mixed with dizziness

Overhearing two sets of strangers raise the same topic of conversation, seemingly at exactly the same time and in complete isolation.

At opposite ends of the café, engrossed in their own conversations, surely not aware of each other.