Paper trail

The act of

reading books –

of feeling weight,

texture; of

hearing a turning

page; the smell

of paper and

ink; the sight of

black type on

creamy white

paper. Eyes, and

hands, and knees,

and brain, working

together, to

recreate the

physical process

of writing the book.

Thoughts turned to

words on page

turned back

to thought.

But here, on

this kindle, words

flow effortlessly

across the screen

and into my brain.

Have I lost

something

or gained

something?

Age less

Reading the

life stories of

the famous

achievers of

the past and

present, you

reach a point

where they broke

through, became

recognised,

touched by

genius, ranked

among the

immortals of

literature, or

science, or

film, or art.

But my

breakthrough

moments

were papered

over, muffled,

erased from the

historic

photographs.

So I remain

disappointed

and unknown,

and largely

anonymous.

The old schoolyard

If we knew why,

and how, a school

classroom, full of

students, all

from the same town, all

exposed to

the same

experiences,

the same

information,

the same

culture and

society,

can turn out,

fifty years on,

to be Right and

Left, Believer and

Atheist, nice and

not so nice,

we could

understand why

the world is in

such a mess.