Recent Musings

A strip of sagging soft plastic caught in the leaves of a liquid amber tree.

I awoke one midnight, just past twelve, to a wet and repetitive clicking sound.

A landscape painting by Jimmy Nevell of a green gully that rolls off into the distance. A copse of trees occupies the left mid-ground. A bunch of burnt matchsticks occupy the right. The clouds are bloated, like a chubby infant’s cheeks. Dots of blooming flowers brighten the scene. With ill-defined boarders, the painting appears a window into another time and place.

Traipsing Memory

How to remember what you did at uni and what you saw on your hike.

A pink-skinned, pink-haired troll figurine lays prone in a grass bush. It’s unclear if the figurine is napping, drunk or dead.

An Inefficient Napping Technique

February 15, 2022

I suffer exhaustion, yet the perfect nap eludes me.

Six-year-old Alex in her hot-pink jumper and hot-pink sunnies reclines on the railing at the bow of a boat. Her smile is a rictus. Her blonde hair is wispy in the wind.

What My Sister Taught Me

December 14, 2021

What my little sister’s tendency to rewatch movies taught me about dealing with hangovers.

A bustling city street slopes sharply down, away and out of sight. High-rise buildings wall in the street from either side. An urban gorge. A man-made flume for traffic flow.

The Umbrella Man

November 30, 2021

Excerpts from televised interviews, presentations and speeches regarding The Umbrella Man.

Thank you for reading.