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In David Bowie’s song Five Years, he sings ‘It was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor’. I think I understand what he means here. 74 more words


what we'll forget

“See, I will create
    new heavens and a new earth.
The former things will not be remembered,
    nor will they come to mind.
But be glad and rejoice forever…

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The Oldham Riots: 15 years on

Let me just get this out there: it’s a really bad idea to complete a dissertation about your hometown whilst preparing to leave. It’s even worse if you already harbour a love/hate relationship with the place! 745 more words


I have nothing to say

I recently wrote of my obsession with blogging and writing . It is something that I am thinking a lot about lately. 418 more words


Thresholds of Consciousness (3/3): breakthroughs from above

I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, 1,729 more words

Bahá'í Faith

Not Mine.

Saturday. Early fall. In the 26th year of my life.

I had to sleep. And recover. After dancing to my friend’s brother’s friend’s band the night before and trying the new drinks our bartender pal insisted we taste, I needed to recuperate. 1,737 more words


The Day My Glasses Died

The scene of the crime, the house with the red mailbox on Maple street, had changed little since that Saturday afternoon. The forever moving river glimmered in the sun as an unseen world operated just beneath the surface. 982 more words