Your life is full of spectacular quiet. Full of faraways and farewells, because for you it's true. People change. If they don't, the circumstances they face make them change. You know this now because you are old enough to know that it's the truth. It's weird how easy it feels now. People move … Continue reading Sometimes
There are days I wish I was somewhere else, and this is one of them.
As always, I begin every year with the pledge to write more about things that matter to me, even if I feel that they don't matter to others I will take more photographs that are not selfies, or dogs This year I plan to conquer mountains -- in a literal sense, although the prospect sometimes … Continue reading This year
Some months it's hard to write not because I cannot, but because I feel drained at the end of the day. I write this from the corner of a tiny apartment in the hottest city in the world, famously referred to as the Gates of Hell. To make myself happy, I show you photographs of my … Continue reading Looking at home, from here
And my words feel used up. the fog carves out mountains daybreak Is the best I can do for this week. It's the only good thing I've written this week that wasn't for work and wasn't an email for work or part of work. This week I stopped reading the news, because it saddens me. … Continue reading It’s been a long two weeks