On the road

Posting will be lighter than normal over the next week at this humble corner of cyberspace but it won't be left at zero, either (oh the wonders of wi-fi). For the time being I'll leave you in the capable hands of Jack, from part two chapter ten of the book everyone needs to read:

"And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels."

On the road (but only til tonight)

Your humble scribe is bugging out, but only til later tonight. Got some non-biz stuff to attend to (which involves a beach). Til then, I'll leave you with the inimitable Jack

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.”

On The Road

I'm escaping from the confines of office, screen and keyboard for two days. Where I'm going has very limited internet so don't expect the usual rhythm of posting until Tuesday. Have fun and eat an ice-cream....... or two.