MUTSA

*We have had a year of this blog, today. Rejoice, for life if nothing else. Thank you.* The air. That’s always the first thing I notice. It’s thinner, and it is always still, watching. The bonds that hold us together temporarily dissolve into this very air – we cannot do this as one. On a…

Disclaimer: Every post on Stall 13 is essentially useless and a waste of time and I appreciate all of you who would waste your time with me. This is the love Fergie, will.i.am and those two other guys were crying for. That being said, this one is an extra waste of time – I really…

“An honest man has no shadow,” quipped one. “No, an honest man’s shadow stands proudly behind him,” argued another. “Not beside him?” asked a third. “Fools,” said the fourth. “It clings to his body – honesty can find no pride in the shadows.” (silence) ‘Deliberations of four honest men’ I will not ask. I must…

It is interesting, that you and I exist together, right now, here. The living experience cannot be viewed merely as an individualistic process, and it’s reinforced by our yearning for the social. We do not want to be alone. It is a fulfilling thing to be understood; to scream ‘parkour’ and have someone jump up…

It has been some time since we last spoke, you and I. I sincerely hope that the road has not been too harsh on you. I hope that in that time you came to assume (if you had not already) a peace and contentment in your being. As for me, not much has changed. As…

We will talk now of Stall 13 and an imaginary man who found an imaginary stone. My heart tells me that this man’s name is Adidon (Adid to his friends). One day Adid, whilst on his daily stroll through the imaginary woods of an equally imaginary place stumbled upon a most curious stone (still imaginary,…

Welcome. The fire burns warm and there is space for all to bask in its golden embrace, so pick a spot, preferably next to someone you do not know (unless you’re feeling strong ‘STRANGER DANGER’ vibes). There was a time when the hearth beat as the heartplace of most family or community units, and I…

We have walked some way, you and I. It’s week 7 already, and yet it feels as if we have only begun to understand each other only recently. Very soon I will know your favourite Black Eyed Peas member and how many sugars you take in your tea, and perhaps you will learn my name.…

Every week something new reveals itself as we push deeper into the unexplored heart of Stall 13. There will be things that you like, things that catch your fancy, and other things that will cause you to look around in horror as you contemplate on just how monstrous this place can be. I hope for…

2019. What a most insignificant looking number. Well, for better or worse, for the next three hundred and sixty-something days, it will be our number (LOL our days are numbered – some gallows humour for my gothic crowd). Perhaps I should start afresh. 2019. As time progresses we just assume that we too move with…