Writer’s Block

I face a blank sheet of paper – ice-white and treacherous. A No Man’s Land I cannot cross. My thoughts are imprisoned in my head and I do not have the key needed to release them. My head is a wasteland. My brain is teflon like. I wonder what the medication is doing to my mind. Abilify is known to cause atrophy of the brain. Some might say this began happening to me a long time ago. Now it seems to be accelerating. And I am terrified. So forgive me if entries are sparse and disjointed.

The Ageing Process

It’s a terrible thing to behold!

Mind the Gap

Mind

Forgetting many things but most of all myself

 

On the Art of Manufacturing Fear

Jobe, Richard Adams

Reflexivity

Birmingham Halls of Residence

Waiting For a Door to Open

Guilt is the barometer of human behaviour. The conscience that seems to swell and fill your head.

Others may see me as a train wreck but I have never lost it. I have never stumbled across the mute button on my conscience. My moral centre remains intact. I can say that at least.

End of Days

Benefit of Law

Roper: So now you’d give the Devil benefit of law?

More: Yes. What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil?

Roper: I’d cut down every law in England to do that.

More: Oh? And when the last law was down—and the Devil turned round on you—where would you hide? Yes, I’d give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety’s sake.

A Man for All Seasons (1960)