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Dissapearing into the desert

“The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names… Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into landscape.”
Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

Donkey in Chefchaoen. Copyright © Content Catnip 2009 www.contentcatnip.com
Donkey in Chefchaoen. Copyright © Content Catnip 2009
Copyright © Content Catnip 2009 www.contentcatnip.com
Marketplace during summer, Chefchaoen. Copyright © Content Catnip 2009

8 thoughts on “Dissapearing into the desert

  1. Hi Catnip, I wanted to comment on your ‘Staring Down the Demon’ blog but got an error 404 message every time I tried.
    You are a compelling writer, whether you talk about books, ancient history, films, travel or yourself.
    The demons piece was no exception. Fluent, brutally honest and hard-hitting, shocking, visceral.
    I love it when people talk about their hurts and their shadows. Its fascinating, and it provides balance to the brightness that most of us try to give out, most of the time.
    I’ve my issues with alcohol, self-loathing and gambling. In many ways I’m glad. I think it broadens my compassion.
    Anyway, just wanted to say thanks for sharing that. The breadth of subjects you cover is brilliant.

    1. Hi Kevin, thank you so much for your message of support and solidarity, it really made me feel less alone. Also, I really appreciate that you like this blog of mine and my style of writing that is very lovely of you to say. You are right that whenever one has these kinds of issues that they can become much more compassionate and understanding of others. It can go one of two ways – make people softer or make people harder. I sort of chickened out and deleted this post which is why you saw the 404, this is because there is still a lot of shame for me attached to it all, I need to overcome it and ‘out’ myself so to speak, that’s a work in progress though. Kevin, thanks for your support and if you want to have a chat further on this or anything else you can reach me on tokyoalleyways@protonmail.com take care x

  2. Have you read much of Michael Ondaatje? Never have myself…but this reads like poetry. Lovely.
    Ps read your ‘demons’ post. can’t have been easy to write. Hoping that wrestling with it and laying it bare-brings a lightness and sense of clarity to the road ahead. Onward!

    1. I have only read the English Patient by Michael Ondaatje (still not sure of the pronunciation of that surname!) I tried to read another of his Anil’s Ghost and it wasn’t as good in my opinion. The English Patient reads like one long and lush poem. Thank you so much for the comment on the other post, yes it was very difficult to write, it comes to mind sometimes and as I am ashamed of it, I tend to delete these posts relatively quickly. Yes it has helped to give me a lot of clarity for the road ahead. Thank you

      1. Pronouncing ‘Ondaatje’ would be a lot like throwing dice! haha
        Regarding that demons post, it got me thinking about adolescent/ university life in NZ. Outside of weekend binge drinking there was literally nothing much else on offer. Culturally it was a wasteland. That was the 90s so maybe better now. I remember going to Spain for the first time in 96’ lots of guys were drinking lemonade and fanta on a saturday night! The pressure to drink just wasn’t there, which suited me just fine.

      2. It was pretty much the same in Australia too during these times. I don’t know what it is this way? It might be a British thing that we inherited in this part of the world maybe? The whole drinking culture thing. It is such a massive waste of time, health, youth and energy. I hope that doesn’t sound too dramatic, but yeah if only there were more cooler and fun things to do as a young person that wouldn’t result in such damage. I think things are changing though, young people nowadays drink much less than us

      3. Definitely inherited from the brits, I’d say. Everyone in my family loves a beer (not hardcore at all but there are a few alcoholics in there for good measure) except me and my mum. I often thought I would have had a much better time at uni if I had drunk more! Even here in Hk the only socialising options for expats around are drinks at the pub…I may try and do something about that and create some sort of meet up but I like my own company a little too much lol

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