1. These particular blackberries I’m talking about are the ones that grow in the cutting between two stops […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
“The night had come home.” – Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night Everything functions now […]
“The town itself, let us admit, is ugly.” – Albert Camus, The Plague Rang-du-Fliers is not much to […]
“The boulevard Noir is inhuman.” – Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea I’ve been here before. Last time it was June. […]
“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 […]
