Today was the day I idly thought about plants having feelings. We might think of them as ‘feelings’, but that can only be a limp analogy. For them, their conscious state, their awareness, would be wholly, utterly, completely different. It would be of a type, of a quality, we can’t even begin to imagine, let … (Read More)
No Room Of Your Own
Today was the day I saw a different kind of have-not. Joe and Josephine say they often have a few drinks down there, down by the lake. They don’t have anywhere else to go. Not really. He can go back to his parents’ place and she can go back to hers. And that’s fine; their … (Read More)
New Old Friends
The first of the month. An insignificant date. There’s the vague, slight and retrospective attraction of the obvious – namely, starting something on a ‘first day’ – but nothing more. I’ve long thought that “This Was The Day” might be a worthwhile project. It’s a Sunday, I had some spare time to make a start … (Read More)
