Category: reality

Harsh – Rough – Demanding. That’s our idea of reality, apart from transition, but what is it in truth?

“The Seducer’s Diary”

I do what I always do, watch and observe, how the Truth offends them, so much that it hurts them.I am a messenger with an opinion and I was far from quiet in the last weeks. My evenings turned to …

The September Air

Nothing in me expected to see him today.Not the slightest hint, longing or hope, still he sat there next to his bike. As if no time has ever passed between us, I tilt my head slightly in wonder, what suddenly …

Cornwall Memories

Ah what wonderful days lie behind me.My time in Cornwall was full of memory, for the past and the future and I learned a lot about variety, textures of plants and stones. From the airy colours at the Eden Project… …

Not any Music

For nearly a week now I chose to not listen to any music, except for the odd joke. It has become a question of principle and self discipline.Matters of the mind. It had to think; it couldn’t be empty, even …

Going all political

It may not be the most interesting thing one can read in a Sunday newspaper, still it is relevant: Antisemitism on rise across Europe(worst since Nazis) There are a few very fundamental social laws hidden here.Looking back the last few …

When you wish doors wouldn’t open anymore…

There are personal records you wished you wouldn’t have achieved, like being abandoned several times in four weeks by people you love, the amount of ice cream consumed in these 30 days or an invisible number of tissues coming out …

Myth in my Home

Now that hormones let go off me for a while, one can finally enjoy the rain. Luckily, I thought of it early enough: before my trip I actually need a backpack.Instead I got ice cream (salted caramel) and fruit for …

Barefoot in the Rain

I wasn’t myself in the last days. For reasons not experienced, for a loss that hasn’t happened. Most of the time it is quiet, calm and the water across the channel doesn’t move much. There is though a change taking …

Of what leads nowhere

Somewhere nearer the end of the last book I slept with, it read: ‘So many don’t want to exchange the habit of existence with the darkness of being.’ Usually I never remember lines from books, not even my own – …