Dispatches from the long-grass
“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation” ― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (Cont from last post) Clarity was a rare thing and came, as mentioned in my last post, at the zenith of either Fear or Love. The main bout of the former came in the early hours of another spaced out morning. Fear always […]
It’s been a long May. Some of it indelible, other parts forgettable (over time). The worst, thankfully, already lost into the abyss of a strange, chemo-induced amnesia. But for the most part – a few stubborn side effects notwithstanding – the worst is definitely behind us. I have to admit that I am a little […]
(Dubai. City Hospital. Sometime past 2 a.m) “Victory over others might bring us satisfaction. But victory over ourselves certainly brings us joy.” anon That one get’s him thinking. ‘12 and ‘13 have been bunker years. No quarrel. A holding pattern for a reluctant member of the wait-and-see generation. Sobered up by the anxiety of his world […]
3 days into my Cyclopriming period, and so far so good. There’s been a few drops in cabin pressure and some strangely exciting Tom Wolfe like moments of hyper-awareness, but so far nothing too un-writable. As much as I wish Cyclopriming was – as it sounds – preparing me to be a Transformer, the truth […]
As the business half of this crazy adventure gets underway, I find myself needing to write down the bones of the experience much more frequently. So much has happened, is happening and about to happen all the same time, that a daily deluge of the facts, thoughts and emotions that bind it all together is […]