Rolling Notions

Corrugated iron is everywhere, so are sheds. But not all walls are pink, and the detail in this piece of sheeting distinguishes it from others.

Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)

Walls can speak.

Being locked up is illusory. Your mind (that’s you) is as free as it wants to be.

Writing lets me see the world through the eyes of a character who isn’t me. When my writing works, I learn something new about the world and myself.