Category: Writing

On the way back from work this Friday afternoon, I picked up my short story in progress. It’s the one about Luxembourg that I plan to finish this weekend. I will be travelling to the north of the country tomorrow, to visit some friends, and I will take my notebook with me. Lots of time… Continue reading Weekend Plans →

Come sister, take my hand, and then you take hers. Maybe we will be able to let this horse head pass us by, if the three of us stare long and hard enough. We stepped out of the metropolis to follow him meekly. Closing the glass doors on summer, we started this winding through endless… Continue reading The British Museum, 1979 →