Fifty Words for Confused.

I just read another of my old blog posts that I didn’t understand. What the hell was that stuff about wood pigeons all about?

I’m coming to think that I don’t communicate very well. Either that or the notions that run through my brain are so arcane and convoluted that language isn’t a fit medium for expressing them. If I spoke a language that has fifty words for snow, maybe, but not English.

On that note, you might want to have a look at this. The snow pictures are really rather nice. Even I think so, and I hate snow. And the song has Kate Bush being as endearing and imaginative as ever.