The door you step through to enter the courtyard. The concrete courtyard, radiating warmth from the sun still, in the early evening.
Here is one
Here is one. A sentence, that is. 3 words that could mean anything. What's the context? And why did this tiny sentence stick in my brain for 4 years until I finally wrote about it?
Paying attention
A beautiful little book about a trip across North America to follow the migratory path of snow geese, teaches a lesson about paying attention.
Working dreams
Are dreams just my brain using a different process to essay its way through an idea, to try and reach an answer that's eluded me in the daytime?
Where Summer went
Months go by. In Spring, I went to Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, in Summer, I saw Mick Harvey. Suddenly, it's mid-Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere & it's getting cold.
my brother/ running
Running as hard as he can; perhaps for his life - my little brother. A child. Always a child, in dreams like this one.
The reading/writing/lifespan problem
At that rate, I'll probably only read another 900 books before the end of my life - I really should start narrowing down which 900 books that will be!