the one and I

I sat down this afternoon with absolutely no idea what to write about.

Payday this month started with an auspicious blood moon.

Here comes the sun And I say, "It's all right" Little darlin' It's been a long, cold, lonely winter Little darlin' It feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun — The Beatles, Here Comes The Sun After the sudden drop in temperatures I wrote…

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Because it had just been payday, the bank account still looked reasonably healthy.

The Highveld is in deep winter—its driest season.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Apparently, old habits travel well.

It was surprisingly difficult to get out of bed this morning.

I was happier than usual when I clocked out yesterday afternoon.

My days—and perhaps even my hours—are numbered.

Kuebiko is a scarecrow from Japanese mythology: a weather-beaten deity who stands rooted to the earth, watching the world pass by.

Dogs are our link to paradise.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. — Robert Frost Though not the first frost of the season, we had the first proper frost this morning.

Ticking away The moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours In an offhand way And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun It's been on my mind lately, how quickly the…

Lately, life has seemed determined to happen indoors: beneath fluorescent office lights, beneath layers of grief, beneath deadlines, obligations, phone notifications and the endless small catastrophes of ordinary adulthood.

Hartbeespoort Dam has been popping up a lot lately.

Beloved Mom Today is the first Mother’s Day since your unexpected departure.

I'm getting out, I'm moving on And from now on, address unknown Amanda Lear, Follow Me We’d just started believing the water issues in the area had finally been sorted out when—like a bad sequel nobody asked for—another round of outages began.

Eva woke me up at 5:30am this morning.

Ayumi was no longer in this world.

Taking Eva out for her bedtime constitutional after my last post, I noticed the sky had cleared.

My 52nd birthday started with a bang.

It’s been a strange, almost psychedelic stretch since my previous post.

Sonder: the quiet realisation that every passer-by is living a life as complex and vivid as your own — a story unfolding beyond the small circle of your awareness.