Category Archives: memories

Muscle Memory

I have heard that the body has memory – walk, run, solve a Rubik’s cube, play piano, kiss – it’s all muscle memory; you can train your muscles to remember the doing of anything, until it is all one smooth … Continue reading

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The Wind-up Bird Chronicle #8*

a few weeks ago you were in the forest wandering among the silk cotton trees, their flaming red flowers littered on the path mirroring the passion in you; the various birds flitting on their branches calling softly to you, while … Continue reading

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Timbuktu

A couple of days ago you invited me to join you in Timbuktu, a bar we had visited before, several times; As we entered, the place was a little crowded and Imagine Dragons sang Not Today in the background. The … Continue reading

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A Travelers Guide to Adventure

For the safest, most memorable, most adventurous travel experience you must Have an insurance policy, preferably one which will take care of health, accidents, loss of luggage, heart, mind and happiness on those days when the adventure seems unbearable and … Continue reading

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A room without a view

there is an elephant in one of the rooms inside my head. it’s big, with old, gentle eyes and ears that flap like flags in the wind; and clean, sharp tusks that belie its calm demeanour. the mahout displays him … Continue reading

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Autumn

one day you find yourself in the middle of The Forest; how you slipped in here when the entrance was open you don’t remember; but that’s what limbo does to you. the networks of leaves carry the vestiges of your … Continue reading

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Forest Fires

there are days when you wish you could become empty. you wish you could be drained off everything that everyone hears when they speak to you – the copious stories they call thought coiled into each other born from your … Continue reading

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