The morning was bright and sunny; the afternoon began with a deluge and ended in photogenic light. Nugget can regularly be seen from the kitchen window. Jackie photographed him from there, where his own personal feeder hangs. “Where’s Nugget?” (59) At the dry end of the afternoon we drove to Lymington Harbour where the Assistant […]

is bought at the cost of demoting others standing on their shoulders making them drown proving to yourself and others your value having to maintain the lower status of other castes throwing out dissent to your selfish mission entrapping them in many nets the labyrinth in which you hide at your core your own emptiness A. H/ K. H-H (9th January 2020)