The Beginning of Freedom
I was on the lookout when change came and found me. After twenty years in Paris, after eighteen years of writing, working, and living in the same lovely-crappy-inspiring atelier, I felt myself stagnating, waiting for a chance to break out…
The Pfannenstiel Trail above Lake Zurich
Today we hiked the Pfannenstiel Trail from Forch to Meilen, the one we’d planned to take last Wednesday. We made it to the Rehalp S-Bahn stop this time without getting distracted and purchased tickets that proved to be the wrong…
Slow Travel: Botanical Garden Zürich
We visited the Botanical Garden in Zürich on the last day of winter. We were supposed to go on a semi-serious hike. The sky was clear blue and the almost spring sun warm on our faces. I had my mountain…
Public Art—Undressed
A mini photo essay after John Berger's Ways of Seeing // When bronze gets touched and touched again, it loses its green shine and darkens.
Roommate
I may have led you to believe that D and I moved into an unoccupied apartment. The truth is that the absent master of the house has left his roommate behind. It’s an exceptionally well-behaved roommate who doesn’t make a…
Past, Present, Future
It’s one week since we left Paris and crossed over into a life in which we have no fixed home. I’m glad we didn’t immediately go on the road and have chosen to stay put for at least a month.…
Differences
D says that everything I post on my blog should be of the same quality as my personal essays and fiction. He says that people (which means: you) will take these posts as an indication of my abilities as a…
