We were asked a simple question in class: ‘what causes tides?’ ‘Class’ here means a mixture of fourth years of an integrated Masters in various sciences, and also some integrated PhD students. All of us were already the equivalent of bachelors. We were blank. A little worse than blank, actually. Some tried to give answers …
Too Short a Time
It's too short a time To figure out what's going on Lie awake in my sodium touched nights And wonder why I am where I am, who I am and why I am not otherwise. It's too short a time To both live and know what life is To both be in pain and have …
Evening thoughts
Let’s be honest, because treatment only follows diagnosis. I’m wasting a lot of time at present. There, I’ve said it now. I’m interested in trying out the Glanzfeld effect. Of course, I’m interested in a lot of things, I hear, but I don’t follow up the half of them. This course of things must change. …
Dawn
So I was thinking, when dawn breaks, what really happens? There's a blueness before dawn, on some days. Everything, the streets, trees, the pavement, is blue. Take a deep breath, it's like inhaling life. And night, I wanna talk about night, and perhaps darkness. Isn't it magic, and how thoroughly strange, that there was a …
Conditional Truth
Every day I forget a little more about her. It appears it is that easy, yes, to let go a life that had once been so intense, so essential. Equally frightening is the vacuum here I've discovered beneath all relations. Of course their significance was always limited to the requirement of context. The context of …
One Life 