Loss De Plott

Even in this digital age there is no diary we might consult more than that of memory and it often seems to me that the oldest of memories linger longest for the dreams that never die. Constant whispers that remind us all of those halcyon days of youth, when the great expectations for our lives ahead were yet untainted by the realities of life. That everything changes is perhaps the most enduring of universal truths. Yet even that for which we have most longed might often be tinged by sadness, for fundamental to change are the choices we must make. With the years I have come to realise that each step we take in life might be regretted once we begin to dwell upon those other steps we might have taken. More, there seems to me a time for each of us when we might ask what if? Loss De Plott is above all the sum of those choices we might make. Unashamedly written with a Dickensian lilt I wanted to write a book which the reader could not skim across the pages, but be encouraged to find an accord between images and words. Both mediums layered upon each other with the greatest of care, that they might reflect the simplicity and complexity with which we weave the patterns of our lives. To reach once again for those halcyon days of youth, so that we might never forget we are each and every one of us the stuff of dreams and though we might be grown-ups it is never too late to change. I do hope that in time you come to read Loss De Plott and the words resonate with you in the way they have with me.