Tag: Identity

Journey: a play of identity

Scene 1: Seoul City crowds in the lunch hour all strolling all perfect and perfectly attired. No, this is not a movie. This is real. Scene 2: me in the Uncanny Mirror. Yes that is my identical identity, my oddness vast forehead, tuft of feathers and cloudy evanescent self. I’m lonely. I like her. I […]

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1 January 2018

It’s the same world with the same wars but the date on the page is sparkly. It’s the same home and the same team but the diary is hollow. It’s the same brain and the same skin and the heart of you is waking. poem and pic by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0 More of […]

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Which cabin bag?

Shortly I’m off on a quick trip to Kuala Lumpur, always a great pleasure. But this entails torturing myself over the issue of The Travel Bag. I take the same dirty little green wheelie bag everywhere: that’s not a problem. I will take my usual wallet on a string for passport and phone and tickets: […]

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