The rain fell steady that night. He opened the window and could feel the moisture in the air. He turned the lights down low and listened as nonfiction drifted out from the speakers. The acoustic guitar, bass and harmonica all drifting in together. He put down his phone and sat on the floor at theContinue reading “Rain and the Black Crowes”
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Rust
Would you dress it up in gold,when it’s made of rust?Build it to the stars,when we return to dust?But if not this,then what?In this little snapshot,life is all,all we’ve got.Sometimes,rust makes the best instruments.(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
Three Alarms and a Dream
It’s always interested me when you hear about people getting up at the very early hours for work or self-improvement. I’m more of a night person. I’m sitting here writing this at 2am. It got me thinking about someone really desperate to emulate and join the ‘5am club.’ *** I’m setting three alarms for 5amContinue reading “Three Alarms and a Dream”
The Book Arms Race
Why is it you always see people being interviewed on the telly or YouTube or whatever, and it’s always in front of a tonne of books?Lined up perfectly on a shelf. We get it.You’re smart.You read a lot. Or do you? Twenty copies of the same self-help book.Some pristine. Unopened. Like virgin snow. I’m sureContinue reading “The Book Arms Race”
NPC Breaks Free
Some days I feel like an NPC.I’ve only got 100 words.And if you talk to me,I’ll say the same thing.The same thing.Again and again,Until the end of the world.Or the game.Or the day.Press A to Continue.This NPC existence,Just isn’t for me.Every day the same,All the way to infinity.I’m hoping for a bug,Or a break inContinue reading “NPC Breaks Free”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 