A Star is Born…

One of the many reasons I love to buy old books as opposed to new ones, is the rare delight of finding something forgotten inside it, left behind by a previous owner. Whether it be an intriguing inscription written a hundred years passed, or a curious bookmark that has a story all of its own….

The Silver River

I seem to be in a narrow metallic stream which is pulling me along with impossible strength in its relentless race to the stars. Then suddenly I’m tossed out as I approach a bend, the river races on like a silver rush hour. Globs of the metallic substance drip from my body and create small…

A Short Hop in Hyperspace

I was standing at the edge of the solar system, looking in. They came rushing towards me on beams of light. The Guardians of the Gateway I named them, as sometimes hyperspace places the words in your head and suddenly you know the name of things you never witnessed before. They had flame golden eyes…

Meta Memories in the Dream Folder

As my mind gets older the more computer-like I have to treat it. The sorting of files, the retrieval of data, files as in parts of the sub-consciousness (id) or consciousness (ego), data as in memories, events, meta-events. Information about the event, another memory. Those event-data streams and meta-memories are filed away, some are filed…

Snippets from my Self

Her words come to me in waves. They are not heard, they are felt, within my heart. Without love, life is just a mechanical clock ticking with no breath. We had lost the ability to feel. Human emotion, combined with the senses. We had lost them. To know love one must know hurt. To admire,…

Just Some Mind Spillage

A child once said… What’s really annoying is- It’s the words that don’t exist to describe it that makes it impossible to explain it. …and an adult agreed. All these multiple selves all these parallel lives, we must have an over soul overseeing them all. Our soul is fragmented, mutli dimensional projected into endless parallel…

Dimitri and the Ego Ballooons

    I once went to this place where everybody held a balloon on a string. Everybody. All their lives. And some of those balloons would inflate over time and everyone would inwardly gush – ‘Just look at my balloon, look how big it is’. So obsessed with their precious fucking balloons. A meeting with…

A Fragment

A Fragment from the beginning of my novel, which I will finish. One day. We are standing on our edges. My edge is always The Bridge over the river, at the mouth of the sea. Arms outstretched, faces to the sky. It may look like we are going to jump. But we’re doing something far…