I arrived in Matsuyama mid-evening. It’s a city on the north coast of the island of Shikoku, but in the dark we hadn’t even seen the bridge connecting it with the main island of Honshu from our express train. I … Continue reading

I arrived in Matsuyama mid-evening. It’s a city on the north coast of the island of Shikoku, but in the dark we hadn’t even seen the bridge connecting it with the main island of Honshu from our express train. I … Continue reading
That donkey was a genius ! Continue reading
I feel a fraud for not having read Ulysses, so I buy a postcard and some lemon soap and leave. Continue reading
Istanbul people love the streets. Continue reading
During the Austro-Hungarian Empire Balatonfüred was a holiday resort for the rich, and an important centre of intellectual life. However, on a wet and windy night in the early twenty first century it felt more like Cromer in November. Continue reading
Contemplating autumn in Kyoto, Japan. Continue reading
My knowledge of Japanese is limited, to say the least. Continue reading
Geographically the Philippines is a little out of the way and writers feel isolated from the global literary scene. Continue reading
They were lonely thoughts. But in them was this nice, quiet feeling. Continue reading
History untold is non-existent history. Continue reading
How writers and artists combat attempts to erase histories that don’t fit in mainstream narratives. Continue reading
How are you? But I don’t even know where you are. Continue reading