I’m laying on the bed looking at a wall of books. Hundreds of books. The personal stash of the Imperial College librarian’s flat we’re staying at this week. Art and music, philosophy and novels, history and travel. At home this was my nirvana. I could be still, escape for hours, wandering through the pages of the […]
What I want to tell you is how life, small wonderful bright yellow life how life can happen if you watch and if you try to write it down. – Esther Cohen We wake up late every day, caught in some purgatory between New York and London time. We don’t leave the flat most days […]
The first full week is in the books. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 47 more to go. Some observations. ⇒ There is no half and half in London. Not even at Starbucks. Should you desire milk, you must ask for your coffee white. I invite you to imagine the horror when the Jojo requests a “large white American” […]
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