Category Archives: Writing

That my life doesn’t seem to grow and change is because time itself doesn’t seem to move things on anymore. Oh yes, things change, but it’s as if the entire world is speeding up its exchanging and obtaining of things already bygone. And when all that happens is that things are circulated faster and faster,Continue reading

Leeds Along with the Engineering of Leeds (my 4th town) into a (relative) economic powerhouse, there seems to have followed an almost identi-kit pasting of all the traits usually found in the big financial centres like the City of London, yet in a much smaller area circling the railway station (after which it begins againContinue reading “Thinking along the Hallam Line (Leeds, Wakefield, Barnsley, Meadowhall and Sheffield)”

I am sat staring down a hillside, sat where I often sat when I worked here for 5 years, with my mp3, on shuffle function, playing out sounds from my last 10 years of accumulated music, staring as if looking for something in the manner in which I have so for as long as IContinue reading “Long Stares That Never Reach Anywhere.”

My recent move to London was much needed for disparate reasons, but more than any, because the course my life has taken during the past 10-12 years has served its time, and has run out of energy. As I say in the previous post, life is just a series of shimmies away from the pits/totalContinue reading “Touching on the symbolic; visiting a place to try to help put a closure on a stage of my life”

Traces of a genuine article seem to generate the emotions that the genuine article used to generate but cannot any longer. “If you can see your friend through this tiny lense, then you know that there’s no way home” Touch and Go, John Foxx. Now the world-wide-web has finally encroached (via laptop) upon the territoriesContinue reading “Miles away”

About half a year ago I wrote about how two different albums by the band Primal Scream ‘are actually the same record, just flip-sides’ (or more like the contents of the first album had been brutally emptied out creating a nightmarish inversion that guided the second album). However, when it was written the first albumContinue reading “Daft Punk, Discovery: late dreams of a capitalist hyperreal utopia”

Why Eating disorders are caused by the totality of global capitalism, not just advertising  The distorted perception of my body that occurs often when I catch a glimpse of my image reflection in a window, always drags me backwards, drags me toward my teenage years; the existential fears of those years. Once here I amContinue reading ““I wanted to know the exact dimensions of hell””

Alongside the inner ring road in my home town is a skeletal structure which, to a visitor to the town, looks like a building on its way to completion. Yet to anyone who who isn’t just passing by they know that this structure has been in its current form for nearly 4 years.Its skeletal stateContinue reading “Ghosts”

Do you feel like an angst-ridden teenager at 28? Which no confirmation of true age, when confronted with an ever-more aging face staring back at you from every reflection, can eradicate? With the ever-mounting pressure to remain young, to be hip, adventurous and to be eternally striving to advance oneself and be ‘living’ the highContinue reading “The Quintessential Young Person-alienation That Now Carries on Into Later Life”