small thoughts from the chair about big things outside the room
I visited the shopping mall at Cavendish square for the first time in a long while today to get a UPS system for my home internet connection. The man in the computer shop said he had just the thing for me, a three power source solution for the router, the...
Two men routinely sleep on the pavement outside my practise. Yesterday I saw them lying side by side wrapped together in a dirty cocoon of faded clothes. One side of their three-walled shelter was a branch from the palm tree, another was the wall, the third a Democratic Alliance poster...
Shortly before curfew last Sunday evening I drove through Cape Town on an errand to pick up a forgotten cell phone and was struck by the down at heel tone of the place. The lockdowns and alcohol restrictions and the working from home that have constituted our major attempt to...
One thing the novel coronavirus loves about us is our built-in penchant for interaction. Now there is an ever-increasing probability that whoever we’re talking to is spraying little droplets of hopeful coronavirus This has properly focused our attention on just how frequently we interact with each other. And hopefully also...
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.