Tag: memories

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” Scout Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird by¬†Harper Lee Gods, this is going to be a sappy one… It’s the kind of sentence that comes right out of left field, right from the author rather than the character. Lulled into a false sense of security by Scout’s oft-inane stream of consciousness and then blam, the kind of phrase that makes you stop and…

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” Franz Kafka Franz Kafka was a Czech author of fiction, born in Prague, who was unfortunately only successful posthumously. He wrote in German, so that quote is merely a translation: an incredibly accurate and astutely-observed deduction that he only reached That quote will be the basis for this article. I will expand it out and try to apply…

In the past couple of years, it has seemed that everything is about babies. Who is having babies, when they’re having babies, what they’re going to call their babies — and on, and on, and on. Some of the women around here have even been having ‘synchronised babies’, so that they can share in the joys, woes and experiences of being a glowing mother-to-be. And of course, once they give birth, the two (possibly unfortunate?) children have the pleasure of…

While writing something altogether more… meaty… I got a little side-tracked by the thought ‘I bet it’d be fun to look through some of my old photos.’ You see, I was going through some photos I took of a friend (some head shots), and I found a truly atrocious photo of myself, wearing sandals (and socks!), shorts (with hairy legs), a t-shirt, and a hairband. It was pretty bad, made worse by the fact that I was actually posing for…