Meditations on a Tackle Box

The plastic box contains a disjointed collection of fishing tackle: the aggregate of summer holidays, a tangle of failed temptations. Take out the plastic hand-lines and stack  to one side. The cork hand-line is more interesting. It can sit on its own. A small box full of lead. Hefty. Dense. Held shut with a rapidly perishing… Continue reading Meditations on a Tackle Box

Desire and Friendship

There is a serious downside to killing off all our low-level personal interaction. And I really think we've been killing it off. Take for example, the famous middle-class flight to the suburbs throughout the 20th C or the loss of geographical affiliation through the willingness to pursue employment opportunities to the ends of the earth.… Continue reading Desire and Friendship