104. Let Me Not Forget

Today I went to see St Joan (Bernard Shaw’s play) which quickened me a bit. Which was good, because I felt grey inside, as if mist had taken up residence in my heart – or swirled dangerously close.

I felt cut off from something vital, perhaps from supportive social circles for some of my higher goals of life, such as this blog and other things.… Read more

91. My Movie

Today I went to the photographer client’s office an hour away only to discover that he had neglected to inform me that his plane was delayed from Norway, so I was alone there.

Not sure if I should be feeling pissed or not. I had some files there  – no other computer – that I couldn’t have gotten to anyway, if I had not been in the office.… Read more

71. The Reason for Dreams

Big dreams and visions are about what we want out of life.

I’ve read about shipwrecked sailors drifting around in a lifeboat for weeks or more before they were saved. Or prisoners of war.

What sustained them was not only ‘trying to counter your negative thoughts’.

There is not much you can do to argue with the fact that it is a terrible situation to be in – stranded in a boat drifting the oceans, or in a deep dungeons somewhere.… Read more

68. More

Sometimes, more than often, I find myself a bit … low.

In terms of feeling ‘energy’.

It happens with no discernible reason behind it.

I should have slept enough, eaten enough, etc.

Maybe. But still … no clear reason.

Everything feels like drudgery. Life itself even …

I know deep inside, though, that these feelings must be a reflection of something real – if nothing else, then how most of the world sees itself:

Like we are all just droning by life, trying to get enough to do – so we don’t have to think too much about tomorrow or the wider world.… Read more

60. A Soul’s Project

A day spent doing two jobs in my firm and writing two job applications, with the best will I could mobilize.

I did laundry also and then walked to my cousin’s cafe in a foggy north-west part of the capital, only to find he wasn’t there.

Instead, behind the extremely diminutive bar, a 28 year old good-looking woman with a master’s degree in philosophy and some trauma from meeting the real world of unemployment soon after.… Read more