This week the PM of the small and geopolitically almost irrelevant EU province of Slovenia declared his support for the incumbent US president in the upcoming US elections. What kind of diplomatic illiterate does that? After all: 1) The US election isn’t Slovenia’s business. 2) There was no need to pick sides. A small country […]
Is this what it is to grow older? Play a game of Assassin’s Creed and marvel at the blue of the water and dream. Of friends and beach, of time and swells to dive and jump. Salt. Sand. The rush of swirling water, the pound of frothing wave. The smell of brine and weed, pine […]
Nine months into the damned pandemic and Slovenia is fucking up this coronavirus pandemic after getting shit under control in spring. I got out in May, returning home to South Korea. I only keep up with events through the internet and by hearing from my friends and family. I don’t see things on the ground, […]
Nine months in, here we are. I’m tired, but the marathon goes on. I’m happy that I’m living in Korea. I’m worried for my family back in Europe. I’m sad for the countries that have bent over to let the virus in.
Here goes an hour, There goes a day, So goes a year, And it’s okay.
An ode to one of my favorite games. The interstellar mission reaches the Centauri triple star system. Our nearest neighbor. The victory video plays. The immortal spirit reigning over the last 6,000 years of our civilization takes a bow and receives a numerical score comparing their achievements to those of other great leaders of history. […]
par Godefroy Dronsart Let us ponder how different words are than they were even a short time past. Let’s travel 29 years into the past. The mail, when it came after three or six weeks, was a drive away at the post office box. Sometimes accompanied by a small bribe if it was a parcel. […]
Art.Death.Pandemic.Recognition. Time is a strange journey. Look fair away, it’s done a loop, the stars have spun upon their teetotum sky, washed away in sun’s arising, sandcastles in the sky. Look hard close, it grinds still, ossifies to bone, petrifies to stone. Sunday morning is the morning for the making of pancakes in our household, […]
Breath for All His name was George Floyd. “I can’t breathe,” he said. I’ve been quarantined, looking out at a world through glass and screens like a ghost, an observer of a world of sound and fury. I watched an innocent unarmed man murdered in cold blood by four armed policemen. I identified with that […]
Looking in. Quarantines end. Today is day fourteen of my quarantine. Last day of reporting how I feel twice a day. Of the tracker app a-buzz to ask, “How now? You there? You moving? Feverish?” Last day between four walls, twenty stories up, looking down on the traffic a-vroom, the river a-roll. Last day alone […]