There are lots of odd and surreal things about this place which lead me to think I have already arrived in that twilight zone between dream and reality.
MY SON – PAINTING by THOMAS MILNER
Take the case of people tapping their head significantly (but medically dismissively) and jerking their chins towards some of the poor souls who get up from their places while a meal is still in progress and start to meander in slow motion between the tables as though exploring a maze to which they have forgotten the way out.
Logically we are facing a scenario whereby one half of the oldsters are tapping their heads significantly and jerking their chins towards the other half.
(Ironically there is only person here about whom they could validly tap their heads significantly and that person is me, with my recurring brain tumours, the fourth of which I’m about to have surgically removed any time now).
Tap tap they should go
Tap tap
Tap tap
We are all just
Minnows in the shallows
Comments on: "Minnows in the shallows" (1)
Tom, you paint a very good picture in words as well as with colours.
I remember catching minnows in the stream opposite our house when I was a child. Just looked at tham and plopped them back. I actually would not do that now! What right have I got? Howwoud I feel? Anyway -
I do hope your surery goes well. I will be thinking about you, and I mean that. I dont just say things