He felt a sense of sick unease in his bowels, the day was going to be long and uneventful. A dog briefly barked in the distance, the morning wind rustling the leaves of the tree’s. It was a public holiday Tuesday and he sat like he always did on the balcony by himself partially exposedContinue reading “Tuesday AM”
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Tabu.
Humankind was not put on this earth to make money, money dis-empowers citizens in the societies in which they live and monetises their everyday existence. Perfectly valid traditional belief, self sufficiency and trading systems have been superimposed by the veneration of the money system and the people who make it. The good majority of thoseContinue reading “Tabu.”
An exercise in Perspective
He didn’t write, if you could call it that, for adulation, sympathy, acceptance or even to be liked. It was just coming from a place of brutal honesty, a perspective tempered by all the experiences in his life that bore him to where he was now. A friend said to him in a long andContinue reading “An exercise in Perspective”
Denmark
It was now late afternoon after the false start of the morning, late Autumn sun shining beyond the balcony on the street ahead and below. A helicopter passed overhead to a destination it knew and the wind rustled in the trees. A familiar car parked in the street and a mother and child exited, headingContinue reading “Denmark”
Meaning
It wasn’t the sparkling, beautiful post Autumn morning that affected him so but the hollow feeling of abject meaninglessness. He longed for a street vendor on the corner selling beetle nut, Spear and loose cigarettes he could frequent for some company and casual conversation. He often thought to himself if PNG had Australia’s infrastructure andContinue reading “Meaning”
Dead man waking
The minutes into hours into days into weeks, months, years , a decade and then two. He sat defiant through the seasons, the probing looks and stares scattered at his feet like arrows blunted by metal. The sun merciless in its heavenly domain, sapping the very strength from his bones till he could bear noContinue reading “Dead man waking”
The Pinnacle,
I started this blog and then subsequently joined major social media because after a whole life of limiting and abstaining from the utilization of such I thought to myself well I’m in my advanced forties so I might as well leave behind a kind of legacy, a trace of my existence. I grew up listeningContinue reading “The Pinnacle,”
Bitches and Money!
My mother used to say on occasion that I thought too much and there is I think an Asian saying that a person who thinks before each step is destined to spend his life on one foot. Welcome to my world! I’ve been thinking about life a long time and the thing that keeps poppingContinue reading “Bitches and Money!”
Varmari.
His head felt like it would explode, not from anger but sheer frustration which had been slowly building up for some time. Every morning the same hope evaporating like the morning dew underneath the fierceness of the merciless Australian sun, the frustration building with each cup of coffee or Pepsi Max until the pressure heContinue reading “Varmari.”
Day.
It had been a while since he had written anything, not that he was a particularly good writer it just was an ability to think. The morning breeze was warming up and he could feel his forehead go damp. The day like so many others before it, it was as if his existence was ofContinue reading “Day.”
The Looking Glass 