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Raise your glass
I can't easily explain it: a link between an unexpectedly named day, a song I didn't understand, and a set of unfamiliar feelings…. It's been a bit odd: I was throwing references to this stuff at my friends all day – most people seem vaguely pleased, but a bit puzzled. That is probably because the…
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Sky in evening
The sky is a mixture of dim golds and blues…. ••• Last week, we had four beautiful days of summer. Early May; those four days were strictly delimited – the weather was forecast to change on the fifth day to an ongoing 58-62 for the indefinite future, and it did exactly that. But those summer…
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Comfortable on the precipice
I think: there's a smell of doom, and power, in the room… ••• I am working on my thesis for the Jung-Institut, which is on the verge of being late, or too late; is methodologically not yet solid; is built from fragments of the familiar and the new; is put together rather quickly. And yet,…
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14:23 10-3-18
14:23 = 2:23 pm 10 March 2018 = Saturday … Having left M. with a hug at the station (one of those hugs between men that always make me wonder, in a flash, whether non-gay locals find this unusual, but then I always decide not to care), I turn and walk – not, as I…
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Links
The six-hour essay exam is about to end: I am in the small, coolly organised office at the top of the building, looking down across the garden to the lake. I have eaten my lunch at the table to my left, gone through my bottle of tea and had a bit of coffee, dozed at…
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Fifth Continent, part deux
[A week in Cape Town, South Africa, at the end of July 2017… continued from part 1. Yes, I did take a long time to finish writing this!….] ••• On Tuesday morning we are good and organised tourists: or really Amanda is, and I follow her, still coughing a bit. We are going to see…
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