A motley ghost A stitched together spectre Pieces of lives from long ago Walking the hallways Wailing down the staircases Clank a chain or two in the cellar Is it man or woman Wronged wife, murdered child Head of the house slain in battle Prisoner starved to death It is all of these Shreds of…
The world we perceive Is not as concrete as we imagine Less built of stone and earth More of desire and fear It is our needs and wants That give shape to our surroundings It is our fears and phobias That construct our walls Memory tells us what to expect And paints our days in…
Sitting in a carpark Noise and cars and people I must shop, but I’m so tired And everything hurts A nearby tree gives shade Its green leaves vibrant under a clear blue sky Waving to the tune of a cool breeze A butterfly flutters past A tiny smudge of orange and black Sometimes it’s the…
The woods of memory are littered with the detritus of myriad moments The flotsam and jetsam of a life strewn along every path A small cloth elephant sits on a log bright pink, beautifully embroidered opening a path to a long trip through many countries the child’s remembrances are vague now and the path is…
What are you if you lose your memory? What parts of you are shaped by experience and what parts are in-built? If you don’t remember who you are, are you still you? These questions are posed by the 2015 film “Embers”. It’s a post-apocalyptic scenario, filled with deserted, ruined cities and scattered survivors. The apocalyptic…
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