Contemplative Stories

no one thinks of solitude as violent but I feel like sometimes it wants to be doesn't silence ever get tired of being peaceful from witnessing so much? does it ever crave the violence of a scream like a lover's kiss? Lonely Alone Solitude is always equated with peace But So is death

. Motionlessly, the spider waited. As always, she was patient and vigilant, but her outward serenity belied an inner tension, the instinctive tension of the watcher, the hunter. If her mind could have conceived of time in human terms, it may have told her that the time was four in the morning. As it was, the spider knew that the prevailing darkness indicated that it was not yet time for her to retire and rest. So she wait...

Introduction. One of my favourite places here in my home town of Adelaide is the South Australian Museum and one of the museum’s most interesting rooms is the Ancient Egypt gallery, a room that I have visited countless times, I can tell you. One of the most beautiful and valuable of the museum’s possessions is the coffin and mummy of a woman called Renpit Nefert. She was bought by the museum in the 1890’s and judging from...