Category: Direction
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Contemplation of the cat
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead.I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently.Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow.I watch. I stare.It’s now. Or never.I stretch. I pounce. I reach. I flex. I grab. I miss. Next time. I’ll feed. I’m hungry.
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In a world where it already is
This week, I’ve looked at various forms of déjà vu; and not all have been covered. There are many different variations, similar yet different to the experience we know as déjà vu. For this post, I’ll open the window, and write about a few other variants that only exist in my world… unless you know…
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Strange Voices on St Valentine’s Eve
Or Friday 13th, if you’re superstitious about such things. I was born on a 13th, so I’m OK with things like that. In the Mansion in my mind, Thomasina’s decking the halls and singing her current favourite song. If ever an ear-worm was ever needed, I’d have to say ‘Mickey’ by Toni Basil would most…
The Mansionic Perspective 