A year ago to this date ( Read more... )

The last T-shirt I bought in London was of Siouxsie and the Banshees in Camden market, for an 80s work party. I haven’t worn it since ( Read more... )

I am awake to the trees at the top of the mountain that I see every morning from the seat I use for writing ( Read more... )

2.30pm, I heat up two cups of water in the microwave then add two spoons of Nescafé plus whatever is leftover from the coffee thermos prepared under morning fog ( Read more... )

Standing in one of the chalets’ verandas, the mountains all around, cats at my feet: “I should film this and post it online ( Read more... )

When I eat carrot soup at night with my mom in a cold kitchen, I am eating an entrée in a small restaurant in Covent Garden.

When I pour water from the clay water tank into a glass, I am pouring water into a cup in a London flat that overlooks Victoria Park.

When I lie in bed watching Twin Peaks on my laptop, I’m on the narrowboat’s bed, with the ( Read more... )

During Bashō’s lifetime, Japan's Edo period (17th century), haikus were sometimes given as a thank you gift to those who hosted you ( Read more... )

‘Can we come visit you today?’ I message my brother ( Read more... )

Amora’s yellow eyes peering at the ceiling, waiting for the moth to fall ( Read more... )

Lying in bed, listening to a nondual teacher online. Staring out of an open window, a sunny autumn day ( Read more... )