You’re looking well, he says, looking me up and down.
Looking well, what does this mean? I decide this statement of his is loaded, long before he repeats himself once, twice. A sideways look of appraisal.
I tell him I slept four hours. When I woke, damp T-shirt and the hazy remainder of a dream ebbing and [...]

(I am in Dublin. This post is being typed on the world’s slowest computer.)
For breakfast Elisabeth and I contemplate the shrink-wrapped black plastic box of take-away sushi which she placed carefully underneath the bunk bed last night. It looks sweaty, the tuna a deeper shade of grey today, so we head to the Fresh Food [...]

Come to Helsinki, he says, or Stockholm. He gives me his business card, talks and talks and talks over the backs of our two couches. I sink lower. He traces for me his journey from Delhi to Sweden. In between the different countries of his life recalled, he holds a large hardback book with pictures [...]

My suitcase is packed. I am going away. Hoping time behaves consistently, that these next six days crawl by as slowly as the last five weeks have.
Picking bent white lollipop sticks from the wheels of desk chairs before I go. I am not sure how they got there. I don’t eat lollipops.
J and E, parcels [...]

Having come from Stoke’s Independant Film Theatre where they showed Sean Penn’s Into The Wild tonight, I had major plans involving the dramatic quitting of academic jumping through hoops, the poignant good byes to family and friends and the burning of my worldly monetary savings. Before taking off into the wild. On my little ownsome, [...]