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?
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?
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?
Why did this happen?This question, in its many forms, often burns through my mind. An unpleasant incident occurs, and I immediately dig into its background, as if to diagnose the unfathomable nature of my unease. But this is the wrong thing to do. Incidents occur - some of which make me unhappy. There is no … Continue reading There is no problem
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
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
History is our way of framing the present. Understanding yesterday helps us make sense of today. And in these times of infinite data - pouring out of a million screens - we need context. We are after all awash with content, obsessed with The New. So much so that we lose the context. Where we … Continue reading Why history matters
I was sitting with my three year old son yesterday when a feeling of grief and awe landed. It was the realisation that this moment is all we have. This moment is all we can ever have. In the scope of cosmic time we are nothing. My boy and I are just passing through. Before … Continue reading This is why I am fortunate
Is there a point to all of this? This is of course the wrong question. The right one is: how best to persevere? To question whether there's a point is to miss the point. As far as I am concerned life is about chipping away at the future. The rest is just filler. And that's … Continue reading The Question