On not drowning silently

I am very much in favour of using my own words to describe my own experiences; I have this belief, supportable or not, that the more widely a catchy phrase is adopted, the less meaning it comes to hold until it’s eventually just a mess of sounds unrelated to anything recognizable. Some such commonplaces (e.g.,…

Sailor Boy Confessions

It’s crazy how life can sometimes be so wretched and so wonderful at the same time. (A deep, clich├ęd beginning for my triumphant return to blogging, that.) I have a pinched nerve in my back; it’s been 10 weeks; it’s okay except when I’m sitting, trying to sleep, or am conscious for any reason. I…