029 :: Stella Maris
Narrative The Shrine of Our Ladye Star of the Sea was an old chapel on the cliffs at Broadstairs. Dating back at…
March 3, 2018
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028 :: A strange sort of collapse
Let nothing disturb you, Let nothing frighten you, All things are passing away: God never changes. Patience obtains all things Whoever has…
February 24, 2018
027 :: Eternity can be found in the minuscule…
….in the place where earthworms, along with billions of unseen soil-dwelling microorganisms, engage in a complex and little-understood dance with the tangle…
February 17, 2018
026 :: Every mile is two in winter
“Good words are worth much, and cost little.” ― George Herbert Narrative I think I’m going to move my post day to…
February 10, 2018
025 :: EndSerenading
Recovery from last week continues. A birthday and building of flatpack furniture.
February 2, 2018
024 :: Well, fuck them. Make it personal
Oh so sick, just mark the middle of our door with a red cross a foot long. I’m writing this with an…
January 26, 2018
023 :: A rich palette of ecosystems
It's frustrating that it costs you well over £10 to step out your front door in London. Hashtag 2018 I suppose.
January 19, 2018
022 :: Minister of My Own Labor
It’s been a strange week thats for sure but I’m not going to talk about that here. Narrative I’m now twelve days…
January 12, 2018
021 :: I used to bother to post things here
I’m aware that I lament almost every time I bother to login to wordpress to post something... I used to write a…
January 2, 2018
018 :: “I have learned that to be with those I like is enough” ― Walt Whitman
It’s been nearly a year since i posted here and the funny thing is the last post #017 was literally being a…
December 21, 2015