Present. Pres ent . Present. Three different words that look the same. I like words, I like playing with them, rolling them around my mouth (or, in this case, my mind!). Present. Pres ent . Present. They look the same. But as often happens with words, there are many layers of meaning beneath the flesh and blood of ink and letters. On this occasion, I'm not thinking of a birthday present. And I'm not verbifying the gift in order to pres ent it to you. I'm thinking of being present. Being here. Being here, now, in this moment. Present. It is something of a rarity these days, to be present. We're usually half here, and half zooming through the ether on an ever-scrolling flying carpet of pictures, video clips and adverts. We don't have time or attention to be present here and now, because we're too busy elsewhere. In a world where time doesn't tick; it scrolls. Smoothly from one thing to another. From London to California. From holiday snaps to cleaning product...