I dread the return… The way an average person finds comfort and safety in the mediocre routines of life, the simple expectations of everyday, I dread the return to it. That there will be hot water when you turn the tap on, light with the flick of a switch, the bus rumbling to your stop, [...]
Memoirs to my Muse Life streams through our conscious sieve, memories and interpretation retained in moments to form our views. My sieve has always been a great beauty to me, often I believe I am the luckiest girl in the world for the way it disperses the odorous sludge that are the bad things that [...]
Inle Lake, a vast expanse of lumpy water in a perturbed country. Standing on my make-shift balcony, rises the iridescent sound and orange movement of the Burmese Buddhist Monks – oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm- Peace they chant as they pass on the rough track below me. I pull back so they can’t see me. Few foreigners branch out [...]
Wings I’m going to Die, and that’s Ok. The Black Butterfly has wound itself around my liver. Its wings beat softly on the tissue it’s yet to destroy. They warn me I will go through stages, they are knocking, beating against my carefully constructed defenses, but I wont let them in. They sit peripherally on [...]
It’s Christmas 1997, I’m hitching a lift in the back of a truck, up the steep sides of Mt Elgon. My first day in Uganda and I’m wrapped like a mummy up to the eyeballs, the thin red dust filters through every pore- I imagine as I blink, tiny pockets of it are storing themselves [...]
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