The place where words don’t work

“The place where words don’t work” This powerful line is one of many exquisite literary morsels that I uncovered in Donna Tartt’s novel The Goldfinch. This particular phrase, a good hundred pages in, was one I particularly savoured, even with its ironic bitter aftertaste. A place where words don’t work. Why would someone who worksContinue reading “The place where words don’t work”

We don’t know

The post below is so deeply personal and a complete change of voice and style that it needs its own forward. I am on a journey, as we all are. Part of my journey is to write about what I have experienced, will experience and what I want to experience in its most pure andContinue reading “We don’t know”

Unfolding

When I was a child I used to love those paper-folding “chatterboxes”. The snip-snapping of the folded paper, the anticipation of what would I would find after I chose a random number or colour, the layers to be unfolded and the final “statement of truth” that would be revealed to me, which depending on whoContinue reading “Unfolding”