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Across many a bad night*

My years in America, more or less.

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Never hear from the dead.

December 9, 2019September 20, 2022

The silence of the dead is deafening

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Grief and guilt

November 2, 2019November 24, 2022

Hoping for a ghostly kick in the rear

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GHOSTS

September 19, 2019December 10, 2021

‘Don’t worry about your wife, man.’

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Waking up alone after a nightmare.

September 13, 2019October 9, 2021

Wild party on County Road 9

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The thought of suicide is a great source of comfort: with it a calm passage is to be made across many a bad night. — Friedrich Nietzsche ‘Beyond Good and Evil’

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‘Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.’ —Henry Miller, ‘Tropic of Capricorn’

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