On life myth and dreams continued…

“Our woal life is a idear we dint think of nor we dont know what it is” Riddley Walker said that in the novel by Russell Hoban. It’s one of my most favourite quotes ever. It speaks to my love of myth and dreaming, the wondrous potential of not quite known threads in...

On life myth and dreams

Today I am sitting at my desk and (day)dreaming and I’m thinking back to a time when I was grabbed by something, it was an exciting driven time. I was looking to live something greater than the mundane everyday, as well as seeking greater psychological accord....

Yes! A bruise!

“Yes! A bruise” said a guy proudly showing his friends his accomplishment, a blue stain. I was passing the National Institute for Circus Arts when I overheard his lunch time conversation with friends. A bruise isn’t often celebrated with his sort of...

Waiting for a train

I like to think it takes a bit to spoil a Monday, and sometimes it only takes a billboard. There is a poster visible from the Richmond train station, it turns to reveal one side and then the other. “Alcohol does not cause violence” it broadcasts as it...

Raving man in the city

I saw man in the city today. I see many men in the city but rarely one as extraordinary as this particular man. He was in the heart of the business district, ostensibly one of the locals, wearing smart shoes and a suit. He was attracting a lot of attention because of...