The conundrum of esoterica

Life is a conundrum of esoterica. Cool shit eh? First I heard this nugget of reflection of my self was … More

Coming Back to Life

If Lost For Words by Pink Floyd was my life story, I’d sanction a movie on it for a million … More

I realise it has been so long since I’ve posted anything that I’m palpitating right now thinking about what to … More

Sense of wonderment crept into you the moment you read my post title, didn’t it? The last line of the … More

We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Fight club. Never has a movie given us what we needed … More

What is it about wounds that makes us cringe looking at them, but still want to keep itching or scratching … More

We are inching towards the closing of another year, 2015. I’m sure the only sentence you must be uttering right … More

There was once a man, who found solace in words. Words true and false alike. He believed them so truly, … More

After so long, I’ve thought of a title first and text later. After so long, I’ve made a title this … More

“Oh where do we begin, the rubble of our sins.” Does this line ring a bell? That’s from the song … More