A small Swiss town, a river running through its centre: A green river through a red town. Fast and slow at once; ancient and modern.
Kinetic pathways through the course of the evolutionary diet showed that our ascendency was of planetary need.
The wound on my arm has clotted at last, and I have time to breathe again. I sit in the cool of the sheltered cloister and work my way through another bottle of wine.
One of the things I desperately want to do with fire is to cook with it. I mean, that’s a given. The first thought I have when faced with anything interesting is “what can I eat?”: that’s just who I am.
Parity is a form of betrayal when unsuccessfully applied. There are legions of usurpers ready for your seat.
A non-conformist sect, clad in the robes of a thousand failures. An epicentre of infamy.
A walk in the woods of where and when we will never wonder. Will we wander? Why, we will to wish.