Why music saved my sanity

Words are such untrustworthy things. They cling to the edge of the impulse-to-live as it dies. Scavengers. Every moment of consciousness is a reflection of Descartes’ cogito ergo sum. So often the translation is I think, therefore I am. But thinking is so far removed from I, much better to translate it as I am …

Don’t linger on the event horizon

Abuse in life is not something that you get over – it is something that you dilute. It is ever present with you. You cannot leave it behind, you can only accept it and allow it. It is a black hole in the universe of yourself, but it does not devour your universe, it is …