Behind Door Number Five

Behind Door Number Five

And what’s behind door number five? A car? A workshop? A carpentry? A dead body or two? A mad scientists lab? The entrance to a speakeasy? The Beast Gorgonaras? Don’t know… but it has to be super interesting if the outside is anything to go by. Look...
Knowing One’s Station In Life

Knowing One’s Station In Life

I love the vibe in train stations. It lacks the coddled, keep-an-eye-on-the-luggage while we’re being herded dynamics of airports – it has just as much movement, perhaps more, except that the people moving about have both their feet on the ground. A...
Formal Chaos In The Soil

Formal Chaos In The Soil

The formal and artificial lines of human construction – on the one hand – and the organic shapes of nature. The clear distinctions between water, and soil, and plants, and rocks. Both as a person and as a writer, I find myself increasingly drawn to the...