Off I waddle once more, like a lone duck in a pond the size of a sea. A sea that is infinite and endless looping through time. I bob my head looking for an end. A conclusion (in itself a ...Read More
Love life, love living. Love being, love giving.. Open yourself, look inside, it's fruitless to lock and hide. Read More
What is fantasy why does it entice me so? Is it the magic of infinite imagination, the opium of my own internal rambling. A quest for something real, an expression of being outside of matter and the confides of this realm. Read More
Dawn breaks and another loss to take. As stars sparkle and insight, elsewhere a selfish act of fright. The bells ring a sober song of conformity; masked in the beauty that resonance of metal can bring. Read More
The torments of our existence are the struggles we have with time. These three states of occurrence past, present and future. It seems to me that in the past we filter memories joining and strengthening often distorting them into emotional ...Read More
Coincidences are everywhere, they are entangled and intertwined within the core strands of existence, the fabric of life. As the density of communication and population rapidly increases so does the frequency of occurrence. The chance encounters, pointers, symbols, people (clues if ...Read More
Traveling on the tube the other day the carriage jerked and splattered out of the station like a vomiting cat. A kind of tired forced thrust with the inevitable outcome of forwards movement. Read More
The reputation our host had for breakfast was well deserved. Meat eggs, fruit, cereal, coffee juice and more. I parted company with the Dutch couple and headed to the ruins with Morten and Theis. On the way as predicted on ...Read More
On the bus once more arriving at Palenque some 5-6hrs into the mountains and jungle. The town appeared industrial and commercial with nothing to offer us. The Danish had been told about a place called 100% Naturales; supposedly famed for its ...Read More
Onwards I headed leaving Arturo in Merida I ventured with the dutch couple to Campeche. After a rainy walk and some female tensions we arrived at the Monkey hostel again in the central plaza. The hostel overlooked the beautiful square ...Read More