Our secret selves

I have a grudging suspicion that Freud was onto something, with his talk about the id, the ego and the superego. Do you or I present to the world that self as which we truly see ourselves, or a false self, as which we would like to be seen? We all have secrets. We all […]

The blind man

When I was riding my bicycle home from work today, I passed a blind man, walking along the footpath, feeling his way with a white cane. Not so unusual, you might say. However, under his left arm he was carrying a watercolour landscape, which might, or might not, have been finished. This raised a number […]