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A solitary lamp illuminating the corner of the room. Ringing, hissing tinnitus; shrill, clean and precise.
A solitary lamp illuminating the corner of the room. Ringing, hissing tinnitus; shrill, clean and precise.
I am very lucky to have a job in which I spend most of the time in a state of flow. No distracting, pointless, discursive inner monologue. Someway, somehow my usual identity of self falls away and ‘I’ cease to do the work but instead am the work.
I am very lucky to have a job in which I spend most of the time in a state of flow. No distracting, pointless, discursive inner monologue. Someway, somehow my usual identity of self falls away and ‘I’ cease to do the work but instead am the work.
I am very lucky to have a job in which I spend most of the time in a state of flow. No distracting, pointless, discursive inner monologue. Someway, somehow my usual identity of self falls away and ‘I’ cease to do the work but instead am the work.
Noticing that which would otherwise have gone unrecognised.
Noticing that which would otherwise have gone unrecognised.
Noticing that which would otherwise have gone unrecognised.
This is neither special nor ordinary as these words are referring to that which defies all descriptions and labels.
The noise coming through the wall from next door is simply just that - sounds free to be sounds leaving no trace in awareness.
This is neither special nor ordinary as these words are referring to that which defies all descriptions and labels.
The noise coming through the wall from next door is simply just that - sounds free to be sounds leaving no trace in awareness.
This is neither special nor ordinary as these words are referring to that which defies all descriptions and labels.
The noise coming through the wall from next door is simply just that - sounds free to be sounds leaving no trace in awareness.
AE’s clear, bright eyes. Full of life lacking nothing but sight.
AE’s clear, bright eyes. Full of life lacking nothing but sight.
AE’s clear, bright eyes. Full of life lacking nothing but sight.
Each of us has our own story about death and grief but in the end that’s all they are. Distracting images and tall tales about everything but what is.
Each of us has our own story about death and grief but in the end that’s all they are. Distracting images and tall tales about everything but what is.
Each of us has our own story about death and grief but in the end that’s all they are. Distracting images and tall tales about everything but what is.