The Winter Palace sleeps in a cold blue dawn of stillness. Oh that it could sleep forever like this, frozen in time. Hard is the soil. Still is the air Gentle the sky And when the morning breaks that it should stay undisturbed. Oh morning do not come and bring your horror. But morning broke…

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is…

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?

Learning to see the puzzle in everything – they are everywhere. Once to you start looking it’s impossible to stop. It just so happens, people and all the deceits and delusions that inform everything they do tend to be the most fascinating puzzles of all – of course they don’t always appreciate be seen as…

‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet