On Monday I received a small envelope, it contained an interesting message. Some would call it hate mail; I will describe it as an excellent
Category: Observations
Commute of Dissolution
It was cold this morning. A bus on the roundabout and one just pulling away from the stop would mean an inevitable wait. Usually, I
Strength
The phone rings it is one thirty in the morning. There is no need to open my eyes. The conversation is short, Liz begins to
Hidden Thoughts
It does not take too much working out that we cannot read minds. If we accept this as fact, it follows it ‘s hard to
Critical Observation
Before continuing with this essay, I’ll enter the cyber confessional. Over the last two years, many of my conversations have been weighted to evoke listeners
Know Nothing
During the initial meeting with an interviewee. I explain we are going to record a social archive which will include details of the influences of
The Heart of the Mind 