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When I see my son, I see myself; in a daytime dream of yesterday. His longing, his yearning, for answers barely spoken. I see myself anon. Yet I wonder how this momentary reticience reflects not on my own desires, but my desires to extinguish my own fears of his misfortune.

The sea breeze blows across my wish-worn-face and reminds me that silence is a simple pleasure, overlooked in momentary searching for the great unknown. Read more

His callous hands could no longer feel her calcified mass; his forearms, bare granite beneath the erosive jet streams. Quarried far too often, and for too long, she crumbled at the weight of his carress. Petrified, she wept in tandem with the ebb and flowing stream.

Her cries quelled by the gargling sounds of pounding water. Silent, his mis-directed rage.

Penance, she thought, if only for a moment, would relieve her of the weight of his misunderstanding. If only there was a moment for solitary prayer.

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Fifteen years ago, Sarah Mclachlan wrote herself a love note, that was delivered to me by mistake and has remained in my closet, neatly tucked away, like all the other tragedies of love and loss. Today, a murmur in the closet revealed itself to me.

“I believe, this is heaven to no one else but me… and I’ll defend it just as long as I can be left here to linger in silence…” roared the valiant knight to my honour. But defense from whom? I am all alone in this room; filled only with echoes and the sniveling residue of Harmatan. Read more

One of the basic concepts that drive the success or failure of a city is migration; this is one of the things I learnt from playing the video game SimCity, as an adolescent… then as an early adult. Not that an education in Urban Design had anything to do with it.

Migration, based on the programming of SimCity, is a very bad thing as it relates to the success of your city, and is usually driven by factors pertaining to and limited by opportunity and development. duh!

So why do people leave? According to SimCity [now in its fourth iteration] if there is no water or electricity provided, the growth of the city will be very slow; however people will not necessarily leave… they just won’t move in as readily.

This is the clincher:

- if there is no work: people leave.
- if there is inadequate/insufficient accommodation: people leave.
- if there is too much traffic: people leave.

Each of these situations is a threat to the success of the city; however each of these situations is also an opportunity to drive growth. Read more

Hinterfore does not actually exist in either the English language, nor in the dictionaries that are used to inscribe meaning onto useless pages that determine whether popularity, slang or democratic rule, allow mainstream side-cars to enter the common fare.

“W00t.”

Indeed. The most popular word of the year is not actually a word… which brings me back to my little gem: hinterfore. Read more

Every sixth day, 32 people think about absolutely nothing, 64 times each (day per person). [pregnant pause.]

I have nothing more profound to say here, and still I find myself coming back here, looking for the self I lost while looking for the self I found. [echoed the murmur in the vacuous recess of memory.]

Hello? Read more

Twenty two minutes ago, I awoke from a dream in which I learnt that it is incumbent for me to produce a documentary called “inside the central hotel.” In this dream, I learnt that the film was critically acclaimed and was a bit of an underdog in the runnings for high honors in film circles. This is of little interest to me, as was demontrated by my even keeled responces in the dream. What is important to me, is that my images of the subject being depicted, was a shell shocked society, marked primarily by decimated buildings. Read more

Everything is pointing us in the right direction; for the most part. I could continue to write a diatribe on maladies or I could open my eyes to the prospects and opportunities that present themselves.

A glorious series of events [like spicy food on the way in and on the way out... not so glorious when you are going through it... if you have not yet developed the appreciation for such things] have lead to our realization that life happens to you until you choose to happen back. So we have rubbed on the metaphorical lube, and shall become a bit more surgical in our approach. Read more

Tonight I wrote a letter that I cannot send. Last week, I wrote the same letter, with more words and a few more recipients; which also learnt that it would neither see light, nor day.

It is hard to write these days; because I know that my audience is larger than the breadth of my comfort zone; it is even harder, because I do not know where my erstwhile comfort-zone can be found again; especially now that comfort costs $80 a night [water not included]. Don’t worry, we got a discount. Read more

Transient is such an interesting word, for a moment in stasis. So much happens in stillness, that silence is often overlooked. So little happens with haste, that quite often there is nothing much to remember once the moment has passed. All in all, this makes no sense to me either.

The real question is, what next? Read more