Breaking up is hard to do. A few unreturned messages here, a few unanswered questions there. But today I decided that I can no longer avoid the painful truth.

Views from the side of life, stories, thoughts. Then today I went to a film with a friend. She chose what we were going to see, and she selected Still Alice . So here I am again at the end of a weekend, wondering what lesson the universe has put in my way. Of course along with wondering is the scary look at myself and wondering. The lure of old science fiction. What always interests me in these books is their predictions for technology in the .

Monday, June 1, 2015. Friday, February 27, 2015. Today is a dark night. All about you swims blackness in static fuzz. You open and close your eyes to ensure that they are in fact open. I wish I were a burrowing animal,. I could reverse backward into an earthy hole. But there is nothing to receive me. This landscape is totally foreign,. No landmarks to reach out a shuffling hand to and recognise. Nothing to bump into or rebound off.

Glass half-empty opinions on Stoke City FC. Followed a quick chat with you in the hospital about maybe trying to get a minutes applause going in the opening game of the season. I had no idea just how many people would connect to it.

The View from the Stage.