“The boulevard Noir is inhuman.” – Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea I’ve been here before. Last time it was June. […]
Category Archive: Essays
“That simple, pallid, spectacled head became for him at that moment a little island of warm human awareness […]
In what language do you dream? someone asked me the other day after a small presentation I’d been asked […]
Few — if anyone — would walk down the street, quizzing strangers on their points of view on arbitrary […]
America is at a crossroads in its history, and the 2016 presidential elections are the surest sign that […]
There have always been crows in my life and I have always loved them. Britain was once a […]
“…while on the village descends the scented night.”Haroldo Conti, “Perfumada noche” Day dreaming about the bar of my […]
My Bowie was an underground Bowie—quite literally. I was pretty sheltered from any sort of popular music for […]
This is a series of photographs taken of riverboat restaurants on the Dubai Creek on a sweltering Friday in […]
I The flat was all windows, with the streets below like a black moat glittering with lights and […]
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