Hi! I'm Dean Robinson, and for a variety of reasons I very rarely blog any more, but I do still post some other bits and pieces elsewhere — you can find those below and on various social media platforms.
Hi! I'm Dean Robinson, and for a variety of reasons I very rarely blog any more, but I do still post some other bits and pieces elsewhere — you can find those below and on various social media platforms.
I’m running. There are others running too, but I don’t know who they are and I can’t see their faces. You’re there. Are we chasing or being chased. Darkness outside, the storm is closing in. There are people parked out front, I can see their headlights. We race from one side of the abandoned shop…
ReadBrief dreams of other places, other faces. The where and when I'd rather be. The things I’d be doing and how I'd be doing them. Routine, constants, the avoidance of change that I see no personal benefit in. The chasing of happiness and the fear of failure that prevents me. I'm asleep, but conscious that…
ReadMy gaze dips every so often towards the clock, which I have now sat down in front of me. It’s amazing how much slower time moves when you're actively watching it. Despite only waking up a bit over an hour ago I'm feeling tired, but not a physical tiredness, it’s all mental. A million questions…
ReadObviously the logical part of my brain thinks that theory is bollocks, but the rest of the brain is running with it. I'm ok with that. I'd rather be calm than hideously scared. I sit up on top of the table, leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, just gazing straight ahead,…
ReadI'm back to the table that I had awoken on an hour ago, it's right next to the immovable filing cabinet. My eyes seem to be slowly coming to grips with the light levels, I can't make out any defined shapes, just patches of dark and patches of not-quite-as-dark. Using the table to pull myself…
ReadIt’s always the same. I almost always find that I try and do too many things at once. As a result some things get neglected.