Sunday

A saxophone plays in Central Park, New York City. A warm breeze blows like an armistice over boulders and across wild grass, carrying birdsong - one among myriad languages that pop and fizz around street vendors beneath their umbrellas. A mustard and ketchup smile spreads over my face. Everyone is themselves, And I am me, And …

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Preface

It's difficult to understand who you are. Searching for an answer is difficult because of the simple fact that no one knows where to begin. You can list off facts about the surrounding influences in your life - when you were born, your name, your parents, your personal abilities, likes and dislikes - but I'm …

Kochi

We’d been walking for over an hour in loops and circles through labyrinthine walkways, our sandals and feet covered in dry dust from the narrow stone streets; our modest, sensible clothes stuck to the sweat on our bodies. The air was a haze of smoke, petrol and incense, sometimes so pervasive that I had trouble …

Moolah

I have the post-money blues. Those blues you get after you spend a whole load of money. No matter what it's for, no matter how useful, I'll get them. Flights to go back and see my friends and family? Blues. Expensive dietician treatment to finally fix a debilitating mental illness I've been trying to fight …

Title

Oh what a noble mind was ‘ere overthrown By dreams of theatre swathed in guise of sense. What reason had I to pursue one aim Of which I was but good but not the best? For sure the best I was in other things. To what do we aspire if not that aim? Perhaps that …