Here I am, again, Sunday morning in a coffee shop. Same coffee shop, different city, but they are basically the same. No alarms and no surprises, please. I will take the predictability at this point, the comfort of consistent banality over anything else. For I am drowning and at least this gives me a life Read more

Last night about 9pm I realised that I was, in fact, on the wrong train. I’d done just what I thought I was supposed to do, went to the right track, the right car, even stopped to ask directions to my car of a man in a train workers costume. Right car, wrong train, apparently. Read more

Today I am in Paris, by myself. Sitting in the coffee shop at the Gare de l’Est, happy to be out of the train and not quite ready to go to the next place, yet. I am fine here. It takes me time to acclimate, always has, but now I am not rushed to be Read more

What a long, strange trip it was, this summer. I can’t believe I let myself stop writing, but I didn’t really have much of a choice. Well, I guess there is always a choice to be made, and the choice I made was to not write. You see, I had to clarify that as I’m Read more