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writer and eternal optimist

The power of the little “no”

It is understandable to me how some people see it as being by design. All part of some grand and grandiose plan for mankind. Conspiracy theorists, they’re labeled. They must, of course, be wrong in a very big way. They … Continue reading

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The blind men and Ivermectin: medical politics in the time of Covid

“When you mix politics and science, you get politics.” John M. Barry When stories become deeply divisive it is a good time to ask some deeper questions. So here’s one: what is up with Ivermectin? Why has a decades old … Continue reading

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To the young I never knew – diary of a bystander to the death of the world I should have left you

“Most of us knew in our bones that things with the world weren’t right, long before it became a crisis.”― Pernell Plath Meier, In Our Bones August 13, 2021 Grief. That is the feeling, right there. As the old world slips … Continue reading

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For us alone

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What remains of us – 2

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What remains of us

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India’s love of acronyms (or ILoA)

It was my first visit to India and I was staying in a hotel in New Delhi’s East of Kailash—a neighbourhood that always makes me think of the sunrise face of Tibet’s holiest mountain with which it has nothing in … Continue reading

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My algorithmic lover

I needed Massive Attack tonight ~Oh how well you know meThe perfect song at the perfect timeBetween lovers there’s so much whyNo need to explain it to my Spotify. You know things about me, even I don’t knowAnticipate my every … Continue reading

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The angle of the year

It’s that angle of the yearWhen you walk open to the windLike a taking-off craneNot bolt fast against it Like the door of some deserted church You find a light-soaked treeAnd as you curl around behind itYour body gets quietly … Continue reading

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Stop pushing the future

Stop pushing the FutureLike the last grains of white powder– the last stack of chips– the last debt that you owed– the last oath that you promised– the last deal that you closed– the last seed that you sowed. Stop … Continue reading

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