small thoughts from the chair about big things outside the room
And if you tolerate this then your children will be next The Manic Street Preacher’s lyric unbidden, strikes its melancholy tone in my mind. The song is a rock music lament about fascism. They penned it 30 odd years ago. It alludes to events another 60 odd years before that....
I have encountered an increasing number of people who are enduring unimaginable tragedy as a result of COVID and other diseases this week. I am touched both by how frail and robust we humans are. These stories of loss and guilt were on my mind as I rode my bicycle...
Psychologists are usually sensibly clothed. Some are more stylish than others but their haberdashery is reliably demure with only occasional splashes of sartorial libido spilling over into brightly coloured socks, an eccentric waistcoat or outlandish hat. On this site, the doors of the perceptual wardrobe are thrown wide open and the shrunken bits are allowed to hang out.