Medium Delirium

With these lines I tether myself to the fact of my existence.


  • the man with a mallet

    Alternatively titled ‘Desmond’s Story’. On a cross-country Grabhitch ride this morning, our driver – Desmond – told us (completely unbidden) the story of his life. And what a fascinating story it was. Desmond looks…

  • deflated

    Just about too spent to write a word today. Tiresome phone calls, too much screen time, ennui. The lady behind me on the bus plays some awful game on her phone that emits the…

  • beginnings, renewed

    The bus was due in 23 minutes – an unbearably long wait on any other day, but today I had time to kill and was trying to avoid arriving too early anyway. I bought…