Meditation on how weathers are different in different places, and how that is unknowable without experience, and how that says something about the limitations of imaginations and empathy without experience. Also, a buried lede.
Linden Leaf The internal combustion engine rattles into silence and I get out of the white rental Škoda fabia. The drive didn’t clear out all the dead leaves. Yellow-brown, speckled with red-black and grey blotches. I rake them out from the car’s cowl with my hands and they let them fall like a shower of […]
Island, Tuesday 19 July, 2022 I floated off — beach, by the — resort. A rectangle of yellow foam floats quartered off a section of shallow water for us bathers. It was early. I was alone. I swam to the outer reach of that salt water quadrangle and caught the float rope. It was slick, […]
Distance brings focus. From Korea, the languages of Europe seem much more of a piece, much more related to one another. From today, the troubles of yesteryear seem much more of a story, much more linked one after another. In Slovenian, there is a phrase, “zvrhana mera”, which precisely but dully translates as “a full […]