quiet heart

When I walk between the quiet cottages and see people with their heads bowed, eating dinner... I can feel the wildness in my heart and I feel like a teenager, it feels like rage.

a thousand species of money, each bigger-eyed than the last

I have a cute, European friend who talks about money in the slang sense as "bugs." This cost 75 bugs and the other was a steal at only 20 bugs. To talk about bucks of ...read more

wedgwood sky

Afternoon cycle ride down to the shops. I say down, but I really mean up: this is Switzerland. We set off up the side of a steep quarry and my host, who is in her ...read more

following a stick

My arms are full of scratches from traveling among the trees along the river. It's interesting how so much of what we see is due to attention. A woman passed behind me as I was ...read more

running man

As I walked, a man in brief, flared jogging shorts came running towards me. I decided I would look at him the way men sometimes look at women. I gazed at his ankles and shapely ...read more

the moss today

Today all I can think about is the moss that grows on furrowed wood; the sound of traffic, that reaches everywhere; my desire to sleep for a hundred years; the fact that not everybody wants ...read more

symmetrical heaven-trees

Supermarkets turn me into a raging misanthrope. I am never more judgmental than when dodging slow-moving families in the aisles. Artificial food substitutes reach out like glistening fruit arranged on extremely symmetrical trees. There's the ...read more

the river path

I ate my muesli on the river path and watched red insects furred with a fringe of legs investigating the slowly-rotting wood. The boatshed is held up by two felled but still rooted trees. The ...read more

switzerland

My friend lives by a rapid, cold river in northern Switzerland; her little village is a lot more built-up than it was when I was last here. We walked by the river in silence and ...read more