Archive for May, 2006

Of missing cats and wind-up birds

I sup­pose it was inev­it­able that the choice for the first entry on this part of An Unre­li­able Wit­ness would end up being between a novel from a Japan­ese writer or a mel­an­cholic song. How­ever, since I’m cur­rently try­ing to identify the mel­an­cholic side of my music col­lec­tion — and kid­ding myself that there is […]

Things to do at 4.00am #1

It was some weeks ago that I took the pre­cious jewel from the box in which I hide it — a box which I usu­ally only open when there are thoughts of you and me and us and them whirl­ing through my mind before the break of day. I’ve now rubbed the jewel so soft […]

Misfits #1: not our world

No, you stand cor­rec­ted. This isn’t our world. This is much more. This is our uni­verse. You just don’t real­ise it. We out­num­ber you by at least ten to one — it’s just that we keep very quiet about that fact. We refuse to sub­scribe to your way of think­ing, but we do so in […]

Silver(f)ish and shine me shiny

I feel as if I’m at a film premiere. My senses are being assaul­ted on a daily basis by spangled stars and glit­ter. Every­where I look there are shiny sur­faces and metal­lic reflec­tion. Every­one is inwardly plead­ing, “Notice me, notice me. I’m spe­cial. I’m shiny. I’m more than the sum of my parts. I’m more […]

Goodbye to all that

“Don’t ana­lyse it to death. It’s only blog­ging.” It was 11.00am this morn­ing when I sat down in front of my laptop and put those four words into the title field of this entry. As I write these open­ing lines, It’s now just past 9.00pm at night. No, obvi­ously I haven’t spent ten hours typing […]

Veins

Unfor­give­ably, per­haps, I have decided that I would be a superb drug addict. I am fas­cin­ated by the path that sub­stances take through my blood­stream, and the effects of them enter­ing my nervous sys­tem, my brain, my mind. How did this hap­pen? When was I con­sumed by these responses? I can sense, deeply sense, the unbreakable […]

Misheard

Bul­garian female choirs ser­en­ade me in my room, their unearthly wail­ing almost man­aging to drown out the Sat­urday morn­ing shop­pers and traffic out­side. Some­times I regret the stu­pid­ity that caused me to miss out on learn­ing a for­eign lan­guage, but not at a moment like this, when I can hear non­sense sen­tences cre­ated in the […]