Why are hotels so strange?

My employers have put me up in a hotel. A luxury hotel. It is all very fancy. It is also very strange - inasmuch as it is both the saddest and happiest space I have ever occupied. I am just another anonymous businessman (albeit one free of perversity and repressed English rage). An office drone. … Continue reading Why are hotels so strange?

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Why aren’t things simple?

The mighty JJ Cale once said: We took love easy One day at a time I keep those memories in my mind Ain't a day goes by I don't stop and cry Things ain't simple anymore But the truth is, things never were simple. I love JJ, but on this point his silky voice mutters … Continue reading Why aren’t things simple?

What is the point in being angry?

There is no reason to feel anger. No reason whatsoever. Unless you're locked in a cataclysmic, interpersonal conflict of course - in which case it can be pretty handy. In all other cases, it is a pointless, debilitating emotion. And yet there it is - hanging in the back of my head. Pounding on those … Continue reading What is the point in being angry?

I do not need anger

I live by values which cause me anguish. Nothing cataclysmic - petty anguish - but anguish nonetheless. I am, for example, unfailingly polite to strangers. I think its important to speak to people with care and good grace (much in the Abrahamic 'do unto others' tradition). While this seems like a reasonable, and indeed common, … Continue reading I do not need anger

This is just another day

South London, 7am. It is easy to look at the seemingly sullen commuters and think they are all miserable. Unhappy rat-racers dashing towards soulless offices. But of course this is just my uninformed opinion. As I stand on the rainy train platform I project my cynicism onto them. This is just another day. It is … Continue reading This is just another day