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In the supermarket carrying my two jars of honey, because it's been nonstop chai masala weather, I fetched up queuing behind a guy in a vinyl blouson jacket who had just unloaded his entire cart. ...read more
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Young, scruffy, insouciant Indian boy is walking by the greasy canal with his parents. Evidently he's been showing them Berlin. Lifting his shapeless hand in a vague gesture towards the old, carved terraces he says: ...read more
In the museum today we followed the script, that is, the writing. Ancient forms of writing carved in stone, and some felled onto papyrus that was torn out of its location later and jammed into ...read more
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On the subway I sat down next to a guy who was remarkably good looking. Tall and well set up, he sat at his ease, one leg crossed over the other and his knee splayed. ...read more
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The narrative of the powerful older woman in our society is a dangerous and poisoned one. She is the evil stepmother, the wicked witch. Past her breeding prime and she knows too much. So if ...read more
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The Senate and the House. They are just going to do so much damage. I can hardly breathe, hardly swallow, it's like iron in the chest. Now we see how dangerous our fears are, how ...read more
Just found a line in a notebook which I wrote, on July 15 last year, and I've no idea what I might have meant by it. 'In the mornings/we are proud of his everyday miracle ...read more
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My nephew and I had a conversation about death. He is seven. His teachers have said, apparently, he talks about Papa all the time. So I said, I was crying my eyes out today. Because ...read more
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My father has just died. His name was Peter Roy Jorss. His own father died of suicide when Dad was 12 years old. He took us all round the world. He built bridges. My mother ...read more