It's a concept bandied about all the time. It's a measure of the innate goodness, or lack of, in people. I've been told there's nothing more noble than a sincere effort to really exchange shoes with another, to imagine how you'd have fared under such dire circumstances; faced with pure tragedy, bound by cold, cruel chains... pick your poison, as it ( Read more... )

I’m submerged. The room is a dark, soothing cave. It’s cold, but snuggly under the duvet. A foot touches mine, glances it actually. I shift slightly to the left: force of habit. Don’t like being touched when I’m sleeping.

My mind’s heavy, and for a second I can’t recall the day of the week. Knowing this is crucial, since it means the difference ( Read more... )

I've a headache, a dull sort of buzz between the ears that's decidedly annoying. It's probably down to excessive boozing during the weekend, I guess. Wine Friday, whisky Saturday, and then wine again last night. That's what did me in. Those three glasses of red, followed by much scarfing down of greasy food.

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