2005 - December

[Sweder]

I am truly sorry for your loss.
Being a somewhat shallow fellow I have limited written material stored away. However, If I were to lose my archives of photographs, stored for future personal reminiscing, I should truly know the meaning of such a calamity. This is a lesson to us all.

There maybe a small seed of positivity left twitching in the wreckage.
The book that dribbled and burbled along, demanding so much effort and regular diligence, may yet emerge intact, maybe even enhanced, purified, like Spock at the end of Star Trek III - reborn in a maelstrom of supercharged creativity.

Your safety net is gone; the path before is open and clear.
Just waiting for you to hit 'Turbo' and flash into a dazzling writing future.
Or maybe not. In any event, I have an idea. Get together with running folk, coccoon yourself with good beer, great wine, pastries and/ or Tapas and let hours of story-telling unfold (perhaps even with a small recording device tucked away). Almería could provide an ideal opportunity for a trial run . . .