As we grow older small invisible pores form in our skulls and from them (like holes in water tanks) drip thoughts and ideas, and memories of recent times (being closer to surface of the mind), and wit and concentration, and names of people once known like brothers and sisters, and new appointments, and old research […]
We all need to live simultaneously in past, present, and future.
But proportions matter Read More »
Just as well the house I lived in as a child has been demolished, bulldozed, removed from the surface of the planet and replaced by two new houses with no history. Not that I would want it still standing but extensively remodeled and modernised. No point in that other than it representing the spot on
To have the last laugh you need to be the last one left standing. But who has the energy for laughing then?
Old age comes, finally, like the turning on of a spotlight, when there is no one left alive who knew you as a child.
Those were the days my friend Read More »
When you look back on your long life it is as if every detail, every moment, was written on a great scroll, and then put through a shredder, so that you are reduced to picking up thin strips of paper, each with a phrase, a headline, an image, unconnected to anything else. Good luck putting
We spend our lives waiting to sit one exam after another.
Your time starts…now Read More »
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Lament for a lost planet Read More »
As you stumble through life you encounter people you love and people you hate, and vice versa. All you can do is hope, when you balance your end of life ledger, that the former outnumber the latter.
