The Embodiment of Pain

I'm getting a little into scapegoating and Saint Sebastian and saint shots. It's probably working at Reuters. There's a huge iconography of Saint Seb out there. Here's Mantegna's Saint Sebastian. There's a horseman in the left in the cloud. I like that kind of irreverant joyous touch. Also he must have really enjoyed putting that arrow through Sebastian's throat and out through his forehead.

The colours are a little like the palette that emerged naturally in the shower photoshoot.

Orhan Pamuk's Snow

This is my current commuting novel, and it was a good choice. I love the imaginary poems that come to Ka at significant moments.

Poems may sound better when described than encountered in their possibly disappointing construction. The idea of a poem may be a beautiful thing. Sometimes you don't want the clouds to part to reveal the mystery, especially if that mystery is not well lit and has only just got up.

This is how I feel at 5.50am, getting ready for the train to work.