There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is…
Time was, when I cried I did so without fear of discovery when I was anxious and afraid I weathered the tempest alone No one saw me because I was invisible Momentary notice occurred if something was wanted then back to insubstantiality I went Walking through a sea of other people’s lives reaching out to…
What do we mean each time we speak communication so often set adrift on a sea of misunderstanding What we try to say becomes foggy, misty intangible and tenuous drifting wisps blown away in the wind A wrong word changes things but so does how we speak why we speak history of our interactions plays…
Arkady and Boris Strugatsky were writing in Soviet era Russia, and the environment in which they worked gives their books an added nuance, knowing the societal constraints under which they were working, and what they managed to achieve. This is the second book I have read by these authors, and I have enjoyed it just…
There’s something a little magical about planting pushing those seeds into the good earth water and fertilise and wait with hope for the first small shoot There’s something rather exciting about tending those babies weeding and watering enough sun, enough shade protecting from pests and day by day watching them grow There’s nothing…
Struggling to survive and you don’t know which way to turn suffocating under the weight of all that tribulation So breathe, just breathe in and out, nice and slow life is in the breath and life begets hope Your body aches as does your spirit you’re going through the motions day to day, hour…
She said I was doing really well, and I didn’t believe her. She said I was a natural, and I didn’t believe her. She said she wanted me there, and I didn’t believe her. They said I made mistakes, and I believed them. They whispered behind my back, and I believed them They judged…
Listen to the car air conditioning, engine noise, tick tick of indicators and all the others on the road backwards and forwards busy busy always going someplace Listen to the people talking always talking sometimes good and deep, songs and beauty sometimes mean and cruel and shouting often chatter chatter echoing in emptiness …
This film was released in 1950, and directed by the great Japanese director Akira Kurosawa. Ostensibly a murder mystery, it relates the tale of a samurai who has been found dead, his wife raped, and the enquiry into how this happened. The whole story is told in flashback. The framing device is that of three…
Flighty cat, in a mood says give me cuddles, give me food let me out and let me in scratch me underneath my chin let me sleep upon the bed let me climb onto your head I will flex my claws and purr I will shed a lot of fur I will yowl and wail…
Eclectic Assemblage 