Despite the wonders that are delivered by digital music today, sometimes I really miss lying on my back on a shag carpet, eyes closed, two huge stack speakers aimed at my head, listening to a quality vinyl record played over excellent analog equipment.
One day I wish to retire to a dictionary.
Sometimes I come untethered.
Sir @ February 23, 2012 # 3 Comments
‘There is nothing in the world that you can’t do if you want to badly enough.’ Her father had told her this with such frequency as she grew up that at some point it became her default approach to life. This isn’t to say that she was an unfettered success. Far from it. Failure was [...]
Sir @ February 16, 2012 # 7 Comments
When his nephew found the body, his eyes alighted upon a piece of paper on his uncle’s now still chest that read, ‘The note is on the desk to your left.’ Turning to his right and walking to one of the two large oak desks in the room, he found another note that read, ‘Your [...]
Sir @ February 9, 2012 # 2 Comments
The stream looked exactly as it always had. Her grandfather’s hand felt no different than she remembered and the low baritone of his voice made her feel as safe is it always had. Nothing had changed. And yet, it all felt unreal. “I’m eleven,” she said aloud in a bewildered sort of way. “I’ve been [...]