Sanity And Solitude

About the Book

The world is a mad place and the various vicissitudes of life appear to make it more so. The inherent mutability in nature can swing from the serendipitous to surreal malignity within a matter of moments. In this day and age, events can be ephemeral or appear so prolonged we are left, agonisingly, to wonder if they will ever terminate at all. To be lost in such a bewildering universe, when it feels impossible to gather oneself, to take stock of the changeability or to bear the interminable, we feel impotent, overwhelmed and wrongfully abused. Sanity and Solitude is one man’s ramble through these frightful absurdities and contradictions that appear to confront us at every turn. To understand insanity one has to travel oneself to the very fringes of insanity itself for better or for worse. “We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever”. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

About the Author

The author is a proud Leicesterite like the Elephant Man and Harold Shipman. He lives in a council house, on some street, in some town, in some country, none of which have any relevance. He began his working life on a secondhand bicycle delivering the news to wealthy households before working his way down the career ladder to become a Clinical Nurse Specialist, Non-Medical Prescriber, and Integrative Psychotherapist. During this time, he dispatched many friends before they had an opportunity to dispatch him. He now sits in comfortable solitude, making asinine free- associations about everything and anything. Alongside playing the blues on his £10 guitar and the occasional rant at daytime TV shows, he indulges in his favourite hobby; sleeping. He is divorced and has one son who is far too clever by halves.