the Internationale in vernacular.

I am going to jog today. And sing the Internationale. In the local version. Or is it the wrong date? The wrong beach? The wrong air?.

the loneliness of the long distance runner

There was this movie. Consider my case. I share my swim lane with a blind man. Play bridge with random partners. Golf alone. Fancy elitist activities. I'm bad at each. Everything I try  turns into another proof that I hare no talent or basic skill. I have no gift or deep knowledge.. Even this blog with my poor English is another addition. Whatever I try is  a failure or at best a mediocrity.

Earthquake, hurricane, tornado...

And nobody to blame ...Strange week.
Did I call my previous post Cherry Season?