The inherent melancholy of the supermarket convenience store
The supermarket convenience store is defined by an absence, by what it is not.
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Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today
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April 24, 2018
A walk to the station #18
I think that suburbia can have a reputation for being impersonal, lacking a sense of community or togetherness. I suspect that is sometimes part of the appeal. I also suspect that you can feel just as isolated in cities or villages or any other metropolitan area. Read the rest of this entry »
April 23, 2018
A walk to the station #17
We recently moved house, and so now I have a new walk to the station. We haven’t moved far, so the station remains the same, I just approach it from a different angle. It is peculiar how even the most familiar places feel a little strange, uncanny even, when you see them from an alternative perspective. Read the rest of this entry »
February 27, 2018
Dead Flag Blues
Winding my way around the backstreets near Holborn Viaduct I came across a trade entrance to one of the buildings that loomed above me. Read the rest of this entry »
January 26, 2018
A beery firmament
As I worked on my review of Dušan Šarotar’s Panorama, I gathered quotations and I gathered reflections, and did my best to marry the two, one supporting the other. It took me back to my school days, my university days too, the point where writing feels more like brickwork than creativity, but generally an exercise where with a bit of thought and sweat you can produce something reasonably sturdy. Read the rest of this entry »
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