O’er half the world, the dreamer flies
Above middle towns and country places
Liquid grace, never too close to the sun
But through once-sullen clouds, suddenly parted
Drawing electrical storms into
What Elmer taught me about work-life balance
The year will have been 1998. I know this because in 1999 I became an analyst, having excitedly tapped an email in response to a
Homecoming is a strong word, especially for someone who already lives in the London area. Yet the return of Porcupine Tree to Wembley Arena felt like precisely that. Since those, ‘final’ gigs at
Perhaps life is a momentary twist in fate and time, within which
Sentience has its chance to exist. From nauseous, harsh
First discovery of air and light, the celestial clock starts to tick
“Perhaps this is the day…”
“Perhaps ideas will spring like blades of grass
Pushing forth from winter 's fall…”
“That moment of sheer joy…”
There is no poetry here.
The peeling paintwork
