Home

A close friend asked me recently what ‘home’ meant to me. It’s not that we often delve into the philosophical during our frequent conversations together; she needed some information for a project she was working on and was interested in getting the perspectives of her friends and family. I was flipping through the answers she…

Thoughts: Stuck in Transit, Bangkok

Friday, 28 May 2010 10.16 pm – Beijing, China 9.16 pm – Bangkok, Thailand 7.46 pm – Colombo, Sri Lanka Strange how just a few days in a new city can make you feel like you’ve been there for at least a month. Maybe being alone has something to do with it. You need to…

Thoughts: Getting lost in Beijing, China.

Thursday, 27 May 2010 11.07 pm, Beijing I’ve got House on in the background. It’s hilarious, true, but I’ve never warmed to the show. Then again, give me the DVDs and some free time, I’ll probably be hooked on it in no time. It’s just past 11 pm and I’m in Beijing, wondering what on…

Packing.

Vintage Luggage Parmiters Antiques Southsea, by Geishaboy I’ve been dawdling over my packing the last few days. Knowing it has to be done but loitering over it anyway – indecisively putting clothes in and taking them out again; making patterns on my bed with lipsticks and blush brushes. I like packing. I hate order in…

Tomorrow When the War Began

May 18, 2009 I was watching ‘My Fair Lady’ when the war ended. My phone disturbed the enjoyment of the old classic – one I’d grown up watching since the age of at least 5 – with its constant buzzing in of alerts. Updates. Breaking News. All saying the same thing. Someone’s been killed. The…

Impressions of a night.

Feathers. Hundreds of them coating the road, lit by evening traffic. Whipped, wrenched and tossed around by fast-passing cars, flying up to disappear momentarily against the dark sky before settling into the spotlight again. At once yellow, at once red – headlights follow their jerky prime-time dance. Beautiful until you think about how they got…

Heated thoughts

The heat of the afternoon smothers her in an uncomfortable embrace. She’s desperate for escape but there is none. She’s at her desk. Her work is open and politely asking for attention, but unrelated thoughts meddle with her focus. If three’s a crowd, her brain is home to a multitude. She can almost feel them…

Mirror mirror…

Mirror, by audpod Overdosing on Benadryl. Not the most glamorous way to go.   My mind keeps shutting itself down and I’ve literally drifted off about a hundred and fifty times today already. Stuffing my face with short bread biscuits in an attempt to keep awake. My jaws are on overdrive. But I’m still sleepy….

La mer

    The sea has always frightened me. Its strength, sheer magnitude, its many faces. Small waves could make me stumble while larger ones would wash over me gently. One moment the water would rage and storm despite clear skies; the next, it would look like a limpid pool, begging to hold you in its…

Blurred clarity

    She’s restless. Shifting in her seat at work, she watches enviously as other early risers walk into work early and settle at their desks, animated and refreshed after the three day holiday and a good night’s sleep. She hasn’t slept well. Despite not having woken up even once since she drifted off the…