I feel scattered.
I need to lighten the load.
I want to inhale more incense.
I need to tighten the goad.
I want to share the memory.
I need to shear the fear.
I want to download the attachment.
I need to upload the sphere.
I must digest the milieu.
Then externalise the internal.
I must mail you the Digest.
Then normalise the nocturnal.
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
Friday, 15 August 2008
Monday, 26 May 2008
The Office
So far, everything I hoped for in this life has been granted me on a platter,
even if it was not apparent at the time.
Experience, perspective,
opportunity, freedom, skill,
knowledge, friendship and that little steel cast torch that feels good in my hand.
I will never be able to repay the debt, no matter how hard I try,
but I want to use what I have been given to express my gratitude.
Give me tea,
give me coffee,
give me bread,
give me an office...
...that I may work and learn,
learn and work,
learn and learn,
work and work.
A permanently unbroken internet connection would also be nice...
...and a good stationary shop.
even if it was not apparent at the time.
Experience, perspective,
opportunity, freedom, skill,
knowledge, friendship and that little steel cast torch that feels good in my hand.
I will never be able to repay the debt, no matter how hard I try,
but I want to use what I have been given to express my gratitude.
Give me tea,
give me coffee,
give me bread,
give me an office...
...that I may work and learn,
learn and work,
learn and learn,
work and work.
A permanently unbroken internet connection would also be nice...
...and a good stationary shop.
Wednesday, 16 April 2008
Today...
...I feel a bit of me is missing.
a hollow in my chest where a chunk should be.
maybe the caffeine is taking its toll.
maybe not.
there is the essay whose word count creeps up only ever so slowly.
there is the paper that remains void of all but titles.
there is the employee whose job it is to pretend, but who is not a good pretender.
there is the question mark and the disappointment it can bring only via technology.
maybe the caffeine is taking its toll.
maybe.
a hollow in my chest where a chunk should be.
maybe the caffeine is taking its toll.
maybe not.
there is the essay whose word count creeps up only ever so slowly.
there is the paper that remains void of all but titles.
there is the employee whose job it is to pretend, but who is not a good pretender.
there is the question mark and the disappointment it can bring only via technology.
maybe the caffeine is taking its toll.
maybe.
Monday, 14 April 2008
oh. emm. gee. doubleyou. tee. eff?
Saturday, 12 April 2008
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
New-Old Toy
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