Reflections

Perhaps the only thing worth anything are thoughts and memories, sketches of the consciousness – certainly not worth much economically, but worth recording, even for myself and the very few people whom they might interest. It follows then that writing is one way of translating and recording these thoughts and impressions.

A photograph can in some cases insert itself as a memory. The saturation of photographs in my lifetime – particularly family photographs – sometimes blurred the line between the remembered moment (images) and photographs captured in proximity to its time and place. I know I’m not alone in this exper...

One of the hardest things about his understanding of the human experience was constant and subtle rejection. As he grew older, without necessarily noticing it, there was a disposition of his that gradually moved away from trusting people that he meet for the first time. He used to just instinctively...

‘Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number...

It took a while to get over the PhD. So many years of focus and a sense of purpose. When it came to an end, I wasn't prepared for the vacuum. Sure, some had said there would be an anti-climax and even a lull and this was understandable, but I had no idea just how severe the fall would be. It made se...