Balloon: Freedom and fate in the GDR
The following was taken from a letter to a fellow writer, with whom I spoke extensively about the research for my new book Alterity that will touch on events of WWII and the impact of the GDR system on the …
Category: Hours-passed
In essence: time, with all its consequences, moving ahead into the wall behind the clock
Thoughts on their graves
While we have reasonable control over how we perceive ourselves in life, there is little control over how others see us in death. What gravestone they choose, how they decorate the grave with flowers, pictures and other thoughtful gestures. On …
The curious account of collapsing bridges
Up in the Shropshire hills, the rain and gusts lick on the car roof, like they are trying to open a can made of something soft, inedible. It isn’t quite time yet, not for me – or someone like me …
The faintest orange
Ceaseless. I wander the streets in a small town between nations. Narrow pavements, and I roam lines until they turn into dog piss, leak across the road and mingle with the dripping of sinks from open windows. This warm, soft …
To your Lover, my dearly beloved,
I miss you so. It has now been 18 months since we were together. Just you and me, entwined under the trees, in rain or shine. Since we shared kisses that nobody looked at. Since we truly talked freely. I …
A diary, gone missing
As a child I used to sometimes mindlessly wander into a shop, take something I liked off the shelf and walk out again, until an adult would stop me. Without concept of possession, how are you supposed to know what …
The Engels Paradox
The spirits of Edgar Allan Poe rising in an echo, like Marx – frequently Engels – ambling in the slums of Europe but living in edged on the peripherical better parts of towns. One has always been of the opinion …
Within my flow
Once upon a time, on a flight from Mumbai to Dubai, both golden cities in their own ways, marvels of their own times, some long gone, others resurrected. But this is more about what has been left behind, what is …
Just like Time
Just like time, the where is a fundamental pillar of being. Round and round on the circle line. What exists here can exist anywhere. Sitting alfresco in a charity cafe in a not so busy side street of a town …
Huginn and Muninn recovered
It’s the kind of sky that makes human’s bulimic – polemic, so the recommended spelling correction. This can’t detract from the wind nearer inland, or the sun by the coast. High on a pole, coming down to near shoulder height …