Notes on My Life

excerpts from notes on my life

  • 24 Hours

    Hello. I write to you today next to my mother’s bedside, in the Emergency Room. Time is passing. I don’t even know how to start, so I start like this. What a 24 hours it has been. I have so many stories to tell but I don’t know where to begin. Last night I lost… Read more

  • Wake Up

    I hear someone talking. So very relaxed in my body. Down finally. You have to get up. Why, where am I? I thought I was about to meet Prince Harry, the new archetypal sensitive evolved man, perhaps, or maybe just because I have been wanting to read his book that I’ve been carrying about for… Read more

  • Sorrow and Joy

    I can be alone now. I realised this this morning as I sat outside, having a coffee and a cigarette, being in the old me. I’m not that person anymore, but it feels comfortable and sit in here at least for a moment, but it doesn’t exactly feel good. It doesn’t feel not good either.… Read more

  • Nobody’s Coming

    Here I am, alone again. Not that I’m complaining. Sitting in a motel room. I was, have been, continue to neurotically arrange things. It’s a coping mechanism, I guess, but it’s also pretty fucking productive, for the most part. Categorising, packing, and repacking. Trying to make sure that later, when I am ungrounded again, that… Read more

  • Waiting for You

    The bus was cancelled and the train is late. Delayed because of wet conditions. Is that even a thing? Extra caution I guess. I am anxious to get back to the hospital, it surely will be noon by the time I get there. They told us if she doesn’t eat, it won’t be more than… Read more

  • Sun and Air

    It’s not often when you get the chance to say that you are writing from above the world. Here I am, two-thirds of the way form Paris to San Francisco and it seems like a good opportunity to say so should not be missed. Also, I feel that I should check in with myself before… Read more