For the past week I have had the troubling sensation of feeling there is a hair in my mouth. Curled around my lip and into the cavernous vortex of my gob, a rogue follicle is rakishly entangling itself in my food until the moment of mastication when it detaches, like a lover who's just heard… Continue reading Groundhog Daze: Mary, Mary, surprisingly hairy, how does your moustache grow?
Day 39: Keeping an anti-social distance from “normality”
I'm back in Dublin. After over three months spent in complete isolation in Cork, where the only people I have spoken to outside my family are siblings' other halves, two family friends and the lovely cashiers in my three trips to Ireland's best, prize-winning Supervaloo, I am back once more in the cacophonic breach, floating… Continue reading Day 39: Keeping an anti-social distance from “normality”
Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?
11:59 am: Today I am firmly assailed by the light, whimsical wondering of what this thing of life and living is all about. I've popped out of a work document I'm editing entitled "Climate Innovation" where I've just written a sentence that uses terms like "capital markets", "social impact investment", digital technologies for massive development… Continue reading Day 10: What’s it all about, eh?
Day 8: The Day I Shall be Born Again and/or Lethargy Though
Hello, old friend. This is the past, writing the future. ...This is the sentence I find awaiting me in my drafts. I have no recollection of writing it or the completely paradoxical title which clearly I did at some stage in the past 48 hours. However, I believe the basic gist is this: This Sunday… Continue reading Day 8: The Day I Shall be Born Again and/or Lethargy Though