Posted in September 2012

Out of Time

At this café that keeps things ‘real’ (organic, ngo-sourced, artisanal and local), there is a tea-fix to calm every conceivable neurosis including ‘the female condition’. But I haven’t found one to reorient my sense that time is out of joint. For there’s a pattern to how I remember things and those connections are unravelling. For instance, … Continue reading

Cloudy, With A Chance Of…

‘… Who read by night above the Rhine the cloud-script of the drifting mists? It was the Steppenwolf.’ It’s stayed a refrain in my head from my first ever reading of Steppenwolf (and I’ve held on to it, despite that time I choked on my Beer Blaster when a boy at TC stepped up, “Hey, they … Continue reading