Darn it, never thought it would come to this, meaning having to say this, in cold print, in this esteemed newspaper. Not again. Not yet again. But such are things. They repeat themselves. Cannot tell ...

Oftentimes, things do not make themselves understood, easily or even with the employment of a degree of difficulty. No matter what or how much you try, understanding will not offer itself. Like why th...

You can see where I am. Or can you not? You probably cannot. And that is part of the way things are meant to be, part of what they call the idea. I am now too far away, so far you’d want to get ...

We do hope you understand. And if you do not, well, so be it. There are no two ways about it, there is but one: we are we, inclusive of you. And should you wish not to be included do remember that the...

No point losing hair on this, is there? Although, come to think of it (and thinking is still allowed, so treat yourself and think) there is a resonance to the losing hair bit somewhere here. Someone ...

But some things may not be shown. And some things may not be seen. Some things may actually not be there at all, although they are claimed to be there. I am not talking of God. The thing about God is,...

What’s this chaos and clamour about? I know we are often having to ask such questions, so often it has begun to tease ennui, but what’s to be done? There is never any indication any of thi...

I am here, inside this shape. I cannot tell you how it feels because I cannot see the shape from the inside of it. When I was on my way to getting inside the shape I heard a few alarmed voices warnin...

This cannot be a dream. I am pinching myself and feeling nothing. In dreams a pinch feels like a pinch and that is how some dreams end, something pinches you awake. I feel nothing and I am pinching my...

But truly. It isn’t sardonic I am being, or too clever by half, as sometimes some folks protest this space is. One dares, one pushes but one dares and one pushes that much and not more. These ar...