What I’m Spinning – Postcards from Ursa Minor

"And I remembered all the things that I used to care about and I realized that they have faded; they don't matter to me now. They are just moments in a lifetime which I'll never understand. Just a glance across a room, a cigarette burn on my hand; just a second of conversation on a Sunday… Continue reading What I’m Spinning – Postcards from Ursa Minor


My culture, my home

This was supposed to be a maudlin, melancholy post. I'd been preparing it, almost bracing myself for it, for a few weeks, coming up with all sorts of anguished things to write as I waited for the event that took place this past Saturday. But Saturday has come and gone, and now that it's time to… Continue reading My culture, my home