I will admit, it is a very strange feeling being passed from one person to the next, and not knowing what is going to happen, whether there will be a reply, or whether a new name will appear on a letter heading. My first thought was that this is something like a young woman at…
Natural Disasters And The Loss Of Mail
There are two things we need to remember about this festive season: gratitude for what we have; thoughts for those in need. It is almost impossible to accept one without the other, and both should be ingrained on our brains, in our attitudes, in the manner and style we live in not just during the…
Give Up On An Intelligent, Deep And Meaningful Conversation
One of the favourite insults used against me by Germans, those who do not know me and have never had the opportunity to work alongside me, is that, before speaking to them again, before having anything to do with them, I should learn their language. This is not because I cannot read, write and speak…
A Pause Between Illicit Assignations
Having said all that I did before, I must also add that sometimes knowing the context of a piece of work takes a great deal away from it. Sometimes it is far more revealing when the artist challenges their viewers and readers to explain what they find in a work, what it reminds them of,…
From An Afterlife, From A Land Of Milk And Honey
The idea of a soul, of a force within us which continues after our bodies have given up the fight and lie rotting in the grave, has been followed by some of the greatest minds known to man, since man began to consider the possibility of there being more than just life on this planet….
Which Might Bring The Risk Of Some Social Interaction
You write, in your latest mail, of things which make me glad to be single and living alone, which reinstate my opinion that I was right to choose this path and not allow a hoard of other people to share my space, to take over my home and treat it as their own. I suspect…
But They Are Always Leaving Us Alone And Desperate
It seems as if barely a week has gone by since I last wrote a letter to you, and I am aware as I write this that not only is it really just seven days but, as I put pen to paper, you will not have received my last letter. Not that this small detail…
Definitely On My List Of Santa’s Naughty Things
I am one of those few who do not advertise, at least, not in the way some people do and certainly not with the intention of selling anything; be it myself or anything else. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I do not do more than hint at the vast number of years…
There Are Few Men Who Risk The Kitchen
The post, it appears, is very inconsistent: one letter takes two weeks to travel between Europe and Indonesia, another takes nearly six weeks. I can understand that there are difficulties along the way, that driving or boating out to the islands is not necessarily something that happens every single day, but I had hoped that…
As Quickly As The Seasonal Plum Pudding Has Been Eaten
I am seriously considering changing the manner in which I write letters to people, not the content or the way that letters are sent, I shall certainly be continuing to write on paper and send my short messages through the post, but perhaps my decision, which I made right at the start of the year,…