Excerpts from the life of an unperson

Snipets from my life - no really

Goodbye

Well it’s come. Time to say goodbye; twilight is upon me and faded at last to darkness. There’s only a faint glow left now and the day is done. Just enough time to say goodbye to you all.
Cherry

A camping we will go...

Let’s amble back down the winding path of time to 1983. To a patch of ground on the Nicol Ballogie estate near Aboyne and the Peterhead scout troop’s annual summer camp; where boys became men!
Cherry

A Defining moment.

A defining moment? An extract from The Life of an Unperson by Bruce Wiles.

A tiny spark of wisdom

Do you have a code? I do. What do I mean?

Behind the mask, IP

In all my years I’ve never met a single person who didn’t wear a mask. I’m not talking about those joke shop things or make up or anything like that.

The bus journey

To my seven year old eyes the bus seems all powerful; like some great elephant lumbering its way through a heard of wildebeest.

Introduction

An introduction to: The Life of an Unperson

There is only today

There is only today This is what I tell myself each morning I wake My eyes open to my prison once more The curse leaves my lips There is only today

Friendship?

It takes a truly special person with a special hatred to pretend friendship only to inflict pain; I pray you never meet them.

what can i do?

They came into my home not out of any choice of mine but because of necessity. It made me feel uncomfortable strangers coming in twice a day.

I died in 2006

I died in 2006. Oh I’m still here sitting in front of the PC writing this; I’m not a zombie, one of the undead but I died in 2006 all the same.

The long road home

I set first foot on this road when you left me. At the time I didn’t realise, I was too lost in my grief.

To all of you

To those of you here whom I, rightly or wrongly, consider friends I apologise for my absence these past weeks.