Random thoughts and ramblings on no particular theme.
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Japan. What a strange place it is. I am beginning to think it may be the loneliest country in the world. A land destined to retreat ever further into itself. A land that is developing a method for living that is so peculiar, so introverted, so horrifying, that I cannot help but be intrigued by
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I am sitting behind my laptop, the radio station playing quietly in the background, when a gentle swirl of music begins to filter through to me. At first it is just a faint, lingering sound. Slow and tentative, coming towards me, like a trickle of water. Then the drum rises up, perforates the melancholy, to
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“Look at the size of that bee!” That was my friend Brendan the other day as a wee fat bumblebee buzzed past his window. I like bumblebees. They make me smile. There they flit, all fat and furry and fuzzy, with their striped, cheerful bellies. Onwards and upwards they go full tilt to the breeze,
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There’s a market stall here in Amsterdam every Saturday that specialises in mushrooms. That is all they sell. To walk past it is quite an experience, all those delicate, strangely shaped fungi laid out in their baskets, the earthy smells of forest and moss, of leaves and decay. It’s a dangerous smell, that entices and
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It’s easy to leave home.To leave the place of your birth. To run from it, and start again. It’s easy to leave behind family, history, expectations, constraints, class, poverty, all those restrictions on your life laid out for you from the start. Far better to go. To start afresh in some place where they don’t
