Maybe there's a place for me?

The search for certainty is an illness. Or, rather, acceptance of uncertainty is health.

No woodland bluebells but forget-me-nots grow wild in the back lawn we haven't mowed yet. They undulate like the sea.

I went to the woods a few days ago and was delighted to see these...

When are your beliefs REALLY your beliefs?

...allegedly.

I thought I would use this space to try to hash out some... categories that are interesting me.

The rape is out and it smells lovely.

When I was a kid I used to get awful headaches.

To be sung in the style of Marlene Dietrich.

Well, it's more interesting that 'depression', don't you think?

Section IV and the conclusion.

...because this truly does not look as good as it did when I was there.

Now it's time for Section III.

...I have given charitable donations to a non-malarial cause.

Section II of my essay.

A sound. Music? Ghosts or ghouls? Haunting. Eerie.

Here are the first two sections of my third essay.

...well, not according to the plot of The Witcher.

I did not see the blue tit feed.