The door you step through

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!