Still

Some time has lapsed since the original, ghost-written post. I have been patiently waiting ever since for the MuggaMugga to enter stage left and deliver some kind of text performance, some kind of offering by way of introduction. My waiting has been in vain, a kind of imposition which I feel shy about. I wonder if we are both shy, like two strangers outside the doctors room, each the other's true medic, though both none the wiser. Is it safe yet to risk recognition? Is it ever?

I doubt it.

But that is not enough to deter me from my task which is now as ever to wait and watch and hopefully bear witness to something immanent and paradoxically elusive, which goes by the name of MuggaMugga.

David Made Me Do It

My dear friend David has seen in me a spark of talent for sitting in my Piha palace, thinking.

I can also see the sea. I wonder, can the sea can see me?