Zeno

Half way there, each time never gets there. Filling my mind, my field of view, until all I can do is rail against the mess. Eventually, we will punch through, and wonder at the change.

Until then, I bore all with my preoccupation.

Time stretches, elastic tension that will abruptly snap back, break on, or both in a blink.

D watches Battle 360˚, a tactics extravaganza of CGI and prose so purple it reaches into the Ultra Violet. War stories being a little boy's comfort. More sensible, I think, than the female urge to delve into painful, emotional, immediate, reality.

My own life's changes bob into my conscious thoughts, my father, the ex, the Army, hospitals, to jostle and elbow into my muddied mind, unasked for, unwelcome, overwrought. Need an exorcist, to banish these demons.

We have been re-reading Pratchett's Watch series. Guards! Guards! Men at Arms, Feet of Clay, Thud, Night Watch, as well as Moist Von Lipwig stories - Going Postal and Making Money. We share details, witticisms that thread in and around all the books.