It struck me the other day (mired deep in an existential funk, sulking about mortality and life choices) as I packed my duffle bags for yet another relocation, that being homeless by choice rather than by circumstance is actually a bit of a luxury. Especially in the pandemic era we are living through with its … Continue reading compulsive vagrant…
Category: Spirits
Porridge …
Welcome back to reality, motherf@cker! It's expensive! (Warning - the following contains a LOT of 'I" statements cos I'm too lazy to write properly at the moment and my thoughts are still a bit wobbly from what I'm hoping is T3 and not early onset dementia.) Yes I'm home, or at least closer to home … Continue reading Porridge …
firewalls…
After 6 weeks battling new IT infrastructure, servers and Internet shitfuckery I'm finally able to get back onto WordPress and hopefully catch up with what the Hell's been going on here since arrival in early October. Oh joy. The urge to write has not overtaken me lately but I'm going to make more of an … Continue reading firewalls…
More bloody ghosts!
Let's change pace again - no pics or pith...just words before I forget them. There's something about Thailand that mashes up my subconscious like a banana in a blender. My sweet Thai dreams last night were again haunted by weirdness and spirits from the past. It wasn't a bad thing, and the haunting this time … Continue reading More bloody ghosts!
…blur
Its easy to lose track of time when there is no discernible difference between day and night - its all the same here. Just a small variation in the quality of the light. Bright midday sun all day long heightened by the constant blazing glare off the snowcover and the glistening ice, softening to a … Continue reading …blur
…so long
...and thanks for the 11-20 metre waves ahead. **This is a placeholder post in case I lose service. If I do then it’s 2 weeks of no internet and social media blackout. This may be brief but I’ll try to update throughout the day - it is a little hectic. So far so good. The … Continue reading …so long
…moments
9am Sunday, Portland Oregon. Downtown. ...a gaunt bearded man in sandals, torn black pleather and dirty grey tracksuit pants shuffles by the corner window of Powells Bookstore cafe, wheeling a wobbling red Zimmer frame overflowing with glistening black garbage bags filled with everything he owns in this world. He doesn't look up, doesnt see me. … Continue reading …moments
Back to the present…
I'm travelling overseas more and more frequently now as my last real anchor to a conventional life was buried with Mum in February. All that remains now is a need to keep moving, and the notion of settling down and making do is vanishing behind me. So... this 'Travel' thing eh? I'm totally lost to … Continue reading Back to the present…
…time
My mother died today. She was a complicated woman, who found a strong quiet man that loved her completely. The best thing about today is that they are together again. We all seem to think we have enough time. We don't.
homecoming…
I'm back where I started 11 months ago and the only thing that's changed is me. Leaving Chiang Mai on Monday was just another flight, just another airport and I guess didn't really even register as a "this is over" moment as far as my travels for 2016 was concerned. I'd tried not to dwell … Continue reading homecoming…
Man Down! 