2025
illogicaldust
2025 arrives with the stealthiness of a creaking door at midnight...
Plastic Assumptions
Please do not wrap me in plastic assumptions, nor diminish me to gutter headlines. My life cannot be prescribed or described. It twists and turns of its own accord; a…
Feel
I feel something Something distant, like voices muffled behind a wall; An unhatched egg; A mosquito buzzing; An echo inside an ancient rock. I feel something outside of l-a-n-g-u-a-g-e that…
Thoughts are not velvet
08 April 2023 Thoughts are not velvet, insomnia is hell, colours corrupt into shadows of pigment placed on a canvas of sharp bristle and hair. Insomnia is a riot of…
Carbon Footprint
30 May 2008 If I had them I would bang together dustbin lids in frantic defiance of 1am and The silence that wraps itself like cling film around the night…
AI and Conformity
BethCee
Being “techy” I love the possibilities of AI (artificial intelligence) in managing routine tasks. What troubles me is the notion that AI can be creative – and by that I…
The Joy of Possibility – Science Fiction
Anybody who knows me realises my passion for Science Fiction. I use the term "science fiction" in a very loose way. I mean, books that offer a vision of alternative…
Creative urges
We spend so much time being overwhelmed by instant access news and media "content" that maybe we forget to document the uniqueness of our own lives.
Chapel Bridge – Fenland
Chapel Bridge. It faces East. I have sat there, watching The subtle Soul of ancient landscapes – history etched into the dirt we stand on. Spider-woven threads and echoes. Drifting…
Cherry Tree Road
Between ecstasy and hell I have found this flat place of mud grey horizons. Colourless plateau; A space in-between. A place neither here nor there, A flexible arrangement Of time…