Category: Cities

Evening: baked earth giving heat back to the sky…. I keep thinking of my relationship to heat, to summer and sun; linked of course with my usual wondering about my relationship with productivity, with writing, with aging, with feeling well, with being happy, with the many other versions of my life I can imagine, and…

Last weekend I was in Manchester to hang out on the gay scene for two summer days, with P-. Various things occurred to me, and were written in one of my little notebooks. These points don’t really collect into a focused argument or linear series, but they do seem to sort of follow one from…

Had it all gone differently: places I might live, might have lived. Places where I would grow old, or live with someone, or be enmeshed in a different pattern of people and behavior. Some are pretty obvious: the upper floor of a Victorian in the hills south of 18th around Castro, in San Francisco. Gentle,…

A few weeks ago I went to Amsterdam by myself for six days. A conference – frankly a slightly silly one: a few interesting papers dotted here and there among a great deal of fluff and repetition – but that was really just the excuse, to get away and go somewhere fun. Took many pictures,…