Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

It’s not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it. By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else’s.

What is it?’

‘It’s my heart.’

‘But it’s made of stone.’

‘I know,’ the raven replied sadly. ‘You see I chose to stay, oh, a long time ago, and my heart grew thick with sorrow, and finally set.

And so, being sensible, the collector of curios will surround himself with dead things, and think about the past when it lived and moved and had being. The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead

So the past, because it is past, is only malleable where once it was flexible. Once it could change its mind, now it can only undergo change. The lens can be tinted, tilted, smashed. What matters is that order is seen to prevail . . . . and if we are eighteenth-century gentlemen, drawing down the blinds as our coach jumbles over the Alps, we have to know what we are doing, pretending an order that doesn’t exist, to make a security that cannot exist.

Some folk say I’m a fool, but there’s more to this world than meets the eye

I didn’t mind the abuse, I was well used to it, and never thought it personal, but it was raining and I wanted to do a good job.

Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing:

that no emotion is the final one.

That was a bad example, but I knew what she meant. It meant that to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.

Perception, she said was a fraud;

What constitutes a problem is not the thing, or the environment where we find the thing, but the conjunction of the two