Adrian sat in the grass at the park, bawling and clutching his ankle. It was the fourth time he had fallen from his bike in fifteen minutes, and this time he had struck one of the pedals with his ankle on the way down. I could see there was no scrape or major injury, just…
The Voyage of the Three Hermiones
“Are you doing magic? Let’s see, then.” “Sunshine, daisies, butter, mellow…” Sunshine “Come to Greece,” my friends said, “we’re getting married.” There are worse reasons to travel across the sea than to attend a wedding. The Greeks did it once because of a wedding too, though their reason was less celebratory than ours, and involved…
An Archaic Tool Of Communication
I took this photo of an old projector in the Beat Generation exhibit at the Pompidou Centre in Paris last week. One of the projects of the Beat artists, so I am told, was to use the tools of modernity in the process of critiquing modernity. I am not doing that. I just want to…