Autobiography

Skipping the Surface of Time

Every day, a story written, memories added to life's tapestry; time marches ever onwards, it flows in one direction. To return, to travel back, a...
Cherry

A Bottled Instant

Art can exist in a vacuum but artists struggle to breathe in them. Art is temporary, fleeting, at least it is in the moment; inspiration flickers,...

Diversions and Explorations

… amazing views from the ‘alp’ on which we travelled (the driver couldn’t appreciate well as the surface of the lane required such concentartion!) …
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Cherry

Disappearing daughter

We heard a bump on the ceiling. Had she fallen out of bed? All was quiet but up I went. The bed was empty where she had been, and she was nowhere to...
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How did we get here?!

How small a deviation can lead you far away – not to your chosen destination, but to an unexpected place, astray! *Once we missed our path when from...
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Cherry

Where the Vines Fell

Roads well travelled; map like the back of the hand; different now. Time changes all, even the inanimate are not immune. Soulless structures in a...

River of Time

To your own self be true, the truth shall set you free A lie which is half a truth is ever the wicked of lies Be vigilant! A lie begets a lie Truths...
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Tomography

Dear diary... I was back to the hospital on Thursday 16th April 2026. Appointment with the doctor to find out the results of my very stressful test...

Walking the Timeline

The path is less so a trail of cobbles than a rope between points vague and moving. Exiled from the beginning, only the endpoint carries hope yet...
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The Road We Walked Alone

I walked behind you, alone on the road, following in your footsteps; my feet fit perfectly. Looking ahead, the road it winds, its path unpredictable...