an experiment related to the multiplicity of personality and storytelling... a thrice told tale... iomadúil
I wish I had gotten there just a bit earlier. Of course I do. First, I
would have been ahead of the rain,…
perhaps simply poetry... evening tráthnóna The rain finally broke and we climbed out of the tent, first I, then she. There are few things as intimate as sharing a tiny cloth shelter in a downpour with not another hum…
Keyboarding remains difficult, and I'm tired of dictating to Speech Recognition, so another re-run/re-write... sorry, but I wanted to let you all know I'm ok, I'm healing (burns really suck)... anyway, a tribute to the r…
incoherence marches through a week where I find myself just unable to keep up... but, you gotta keep eating... the Weetabix is a filling breakfast bricfeasta brachan I
am awoken by the rain as it slams down on the roo…