Archive for March, 2008

Into the white

They’re waiting. As I reside in the muffled stillness of an all too rare sun-dappled afternoon and silently mouth my prayer for peace, I can sense their presence outside the door. Waiting for me.
A snaking line of three hundred and thirty-three figures queues along the dark corridor, round the bend and down the stairs. They are […]

Random acts of stationery #36


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First day, last day, every day

Okay. So you wake up. You wake up, you yawn, you scratch yourself. You peel sleep crystals from the corners of your eyes. You check that your body is generally intact, as you left it the night before, before it was tossed this way and that in dreamtime or nightmare hours. You run your fingers […]