Writings
Life has many phases.
I can divide my own life into many distinct phases that I’ve thought of clever little names for as if they were chapters in a book.
But unlike a book the chapters in our lives often have no clear beginning and end.
The different parts of our lives overlap each other and, although we can feel that our life is an immeasurably different thing than it was before, it’s often difficult to see where one stage of our life stopped and another began.
The chapters in our lives overlap and crash into each, some collapsing suddenly and violently, some expanding on and on until they wither away without a sound, others running effortlessly through our life until it’s we that wither and collapse.
Life runs on and on and at some point we all miss part of it and their is no one to blame but ourself.
Another Pilgrimage to an Airport Bar
The Hollow Sound of a Pipe on Water
Five Stories on Life and Death
The Neverending Face Factory (Part 1)
The Neverending Face Factory (Part 2)
The Neverending Face Factory (Part 3)
The Neverending Face Factory (Part 4)
