Journal

All the things I saw, did, said, celebrated, observed or grumbled about, some of which were in Lithuania though there was nothing to grumble about there, during the final twenty-one days of June.

Reality is chaos; we are all but atoms vibrating within its confines. We bounce and rebound from place to place, event to event, time to time; each...

In the Bash Street Kids, there was always Smiffy. I loved Jimi Hendrix, he was very riffy. My first curry, produced excrement niffy. Even a day later...

All the things I saw, did, said, mopped up, or read about during the first sixteen days of May.