Bulbs planted now will brighten 2017. On Coming down the mountain. An error has occurred; the feed is probably down. I started this blog to cope with the symptoms of a pituitary tumour in the hope that art and poetry could heal me and others.

Lose Your Dreams and You Will Lose Your Mind. I confess I have been rather negligent towards this blog whose poor soul has been tangled up in webs and dust in some lone forgotten corner for what seems like centuries now. It has now been exactly 56 days, 20 hours, 28 minutes and 31 seconds since I turned eighteen. And that, to me, is the most un-wrappable thing in existence. For what it is, nothing else. Anyway, of all the darndest .

Putting words to my fascination with music. American Idiot, 10 Years On. The motion keeps my heart running. The nervous energy of cities gets under my skin, and it hums loudly in my ears. I feel as though I can never be still. It has been ten years since its release, and I want to see if still holds its power. I was barely 16 when American Idiot. Something you could name, you swear it, if you could just dig its name out of your head? Then and now, I know it and I .