Are you mentally ill?

Don’t answer without thinking. Control your impetuosity. Deploy logic. Be normal. You might be suffering from something far more positive, like rock‑bottom self‑esteem; or the inability to get past your previous errors; or maybe you’re someone who’s summoned to a recurring doom‑loop of negative thoughts at 3:17 a.m. every night by a mind whose only … Continue reading Are you mentally ill?

5th March -When no-one else can understand me. When everything I do is wrong.

Two hours before tomorrow became today, we crossed the border into Scotland, and about four or so hours after that, as the Moray Firth first came into view, we diverted from our route to the Highlands, to take a peek at the Secret Beach, half an hour away to the east. I held the map … Continue reading 5th March -When no-one else can understand me. When everything I do is wrong.

Jan 6th – Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

We come to the night. I’m telling you this for the simple reason that it’s the moment of the pivot. The last of the then, before the now. Epiphanic? Steady on. A few chapters in the new Book of Dave? Dickie White’s letters to the Apostates? —I don’t think so. But a dividing line, nonetheless. … Continue reading Jan 6th – Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

19th March – At times like these when enemies can number more than friends.

Firstly, please note that we are open for business. We like to keep our pages open to comments, and in the old days, that meant ticking a box before posting. One day that option disappeared, but what WordPress failed to tell us, was that the facility remained available. They just hid it, and said nothing, … Continue reading 19th March – At times like these when enemies can number more than friends.

Apr 3rd – All the people, so many people, and none of them can read or write; and that’s why we’re all, cult-urally impoverished.

I just love the endlessly repeated, tautological redundancy of the dialogue.

18th Feb – It’s a shame, shame, shame, shame, shame on you.

... where a life littered with wrong choices at the wrong time, becomes a self-recriminating Hadron Collider of mental anguish, constantly circulating negative thoughts at neural speed.