For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.
One of my favourite films is The Truman Show. It tells the story of a young man’s growing realisation that his whole life has been scripted, and he is in fact the unwitting star of a reality television show about his own life. When the creator of the show, Christof, is asked in an interview... Continue Reading →
I am intrigued by the notion of liminal spaces. The transitional places, the spaces in between where we think we have been and where we believe (hope?) we are going. And it strikes me that at any given time, we tend to conceptualise ourselves as either occupying a particular space, or as moving between two... Continue Reading →
Teddy you inhabit my earliest memories, Teddy: an echo of solace and reassurance like me, you came into the world naked; wrapped now in the red granny knitted for you to cover up a shame you never felt, unlike me and as our realm filled with adventure you became a viking warrior,... Continue Reading →
