• Amelioration

    It’s taken some time, but I feel I’m finally finding my way through the seemingly impermeable layer of human detritus that swarms about this industry. People who are so ready and willing to use and discard colleges, willing to take the hard work of others, running as fast as they can.

    It’s so hard not to dehumanise these people. When I look at a person I can’t trust, I always feel the need to walk quickly away. I don’t want anything to do with them. I can’t co-exist with people who are so dishonest in themselves on such a fundamental level.

    It makes things difficult when there appears to be so many about.

    I’m starting to learn when I’m about to get stitched. The blank stares and non responsiveness to direct questions. The blustering over of expressed doubts.

    I can spot them now, usually. Some still surprise me, as I still trust too easily. And I hate that part, not trusting initially any more. Body-snatchers.

    Anyway, things are improving. I have found people worthy of trust, who are very talented and want to work together to create good things. It feels good. And plans, of so many plans. Maybe some will be realised. Maybe I didn’t make a mistake coming back.

  • Storage

    Time passes, images of life.
    I have saved it all, here in me.
    All carefully marked, and set aside.
    It’s weight barely lets me stand.