Cookie cutter hotel in the UK outside London. Inevitably feels like fawlty towers, something always breaks.
After a week, the snow covering the Bled webcam has cleared to give a stunning view of the lake, castle and church.
At a desk, trying to decipher a funding report.Failing.
Waterfall of empty bottles smashing beyond the foggy bus window. Digging through for one that hits the perfect blown note?
My Irish boyfriend is discovering baseball on a warm October night in Belfast. I remember more than I thought possible.
glimpses of elsewhere, everywhere everywhere
this happened a long time ago, elsewhere; but from where i'm at, the trees are still coming to getcha.
Chasing the sunshine, warding off autumn (even from the front porch of August).
2 a.m., reading in bed in the dark, Paris Review's interview with José Saramago: stark, lyrical. Drunks singing outside.