Good lord, I could have bought anything and everything in this shop; but I contained myself and treated only to 5 glass spheres...

Do I like to travel because I do not belong anywhere?

I am sitting in the Bodleian Library - Reading Room, seat L13 and now the only thing I can think of is having enough inspiration to write...

So, there was this woman, perched like a vulture on the steering wheel of her brand new metallic blue BMW, on the M40...

I can’t believe I’m actually sitting here, close to #5 and I am doing my typing. During the [long] walk from the car park I heard people...

I am back home, in that haze of cleaning, moving, unpacking, remembering, still carrying on the body the smells of the places I have been...