There is a black cat at the window. The cat has precipitated my morning. In order to let the cat in I have to change out of my pajamas and dressing gown. My partner is terribly allergic to cats so any trace will bring her out in hives. In my day pajamas, I open the … Continue reading Running the numbers
Blindboy Podcast
Curse these metal hands
Well. That's it then. Fallible at last. I've yet again sustained a minor injury through playing football. This time it came post-op. Fully 2 years since my operation I have potentially suffered a re-occurrence of the dreaded meniscus tear. The same that got Fernando Torres. It could just be a slight hamstring pull, we're keeping … Continue reading Curse these metal hands
Scorched Earth
Walking back here for the first time, I think, in years. There are corpses laid out, hands to the sky, asking why? Why would I return? Why did I leave? How did I get here?Un-imposed silence here connotes noise elsewhere. A separate channel. This is true, however, it's the noise of a prison. A monotonous, … Continue reading Scorched Earth
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