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Wednesday, December 08, 2021

Monday, December 06, 2021

The Fabled City


I don't really know if you know about the Fabled City and Ed's Little Known Parking Lot. It's a location, not some indie band. You can't just arrive there either. You can only find yourself there. There's quite a difference between these two states. If you don't get that them I'm wasting my time with you.

I found a vacant space easily but once I'd driven into it, forwards, I realized I could not reverse out. My only option was to abandon the vehicle and leave a message for Ed (a person I've never met) and hope that he would deal with things. Abandonment was in the air.

I queued up for some refreshment. That was all the sign said: "Refreshments". It was a long slow moving queue. I'm still there. I'm writing this from the queue. I've no idea how far along this queue I am. There are no progress indicators. All I hear are soft sighing sounds from further ahead. I sometimes hear them from further behind too. Why do people sigh? Has it a purpose?

I've come to the conclusion than I'm lost, mostly, although I know exactly where I am. I'm in a queue. But then I think about things and it dawns on me that I've been in a queue for all my life.

Some Cats


Some cats merge into their surroundings. Playing a game of slow ghost. Losing senses of scale and grace for the tiny and tuning in, only to become the enormous shadow. Size matters more than size not mattering. These cats do not play by your cheap rules. Your cherished opinions and guidance will be ignored. They'll eat your words as if they were a portion of white, finely cooked and prepared chicken. They will change shape too. They'll shift themselves around and in between environments. They are not complete inhabitants of this world or any world you care to name. I doubt you can easily name any other worlds where such conditions might be met. This is one of the things you will not learn at school or college or from those who claim to be your elders and betters. Their common trait is their willingness to lie, time after time to cover their ignorance. So the cats will blend in. They'll sneak. You will observe a disturbance as they appear and disappear. Just be careful not to follow them too closely. Those who stray across unmapped borders seldom return to the place where they began their journey.

Friday, November 12, 2021

The Stolen Clouds


"I stole these clouds!"
I said right out loud.
"These clouds are mine
You cloudless swine
All the clouds are mine
And I know their names
Should you require proof."

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Hungry Demons


All you need are ingredients, to make a mix of things, any opposites, negatives or positives and some plus points and neutrals. Gather them together, see what you get. Process them, heat them up, cool them down, add more stuff, leave them alone for a while. Review outcomes. Maybe do a test or two. Check the outcomes. Are they consistent, crazy, not up to much, effective? How is your demon today? Resting, happy, irritated, angry, hungry?

Friday, October 08, 2021

Somewhat


Somewhat colourful cartoon like reality, seen and captured through a lens of accidental perfection and dull intelligence. A common enough thing.

Monday, August 16, 2021

Middle of Summer


Actually it's now beyond the middle of summer anyway but here's a bright, summery picture I didn't create. To celebrate. To commiserate or simply to enjoy.

Friday, June 25, 2021

OBON Day



Today is #OBON day but thankfully Matt Hancock has trashed it completely, snuffing out whatever rubbish they were spouting with his exploits. We're really screwed with this lot running things the way they do, not even a dose of Fairytale Management can save them (maybe us though). I also wonder if this YouTube segment is fully monetized and  gleefully being harvested by those in the know at Tory HQ.

Wednesday, June 02, 2021

Tea Spoons



Tea Spoons in orbit, slowly, certainly, spinning in search of a cup and saucer. Not finding them yet.
Spoons.

Monday, March 08, 2021

Not feeling normal


Featuring the wobbly bits: This isn't the new normal because there isn't a new normal any more than there is a normal. This is a moment in time. One you might forget, one you might remember, you never know. That's normal.

"For some reason somebody decided to pull up a Burger King waste bin that was bolted to the pavement by the restaurant and move it some 100 metres to an alternative resting place. There it sits, newly arrived on the pavement, slightly askew and uneven on the ground as there are bent and rusty bolts protruding from it's bottom. The rubbish that it had collected remains inside and indeed people passing are still using it to discard their own litter. It stands alone, still dutifully collecting waste. I wonder if anyone from Burger King will rescue it and return it to it's rightful place, or is it now up to some public minded citizen to take recovery action? What's normal anyway?"

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Golden Aeroplane


No. 1 in a single series or season of one and only one. There will be no more as no more are necessary. This is the end of this broadcast.