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  1. Auden

    The robot, Bender, is adrift in space. His body is populated by 'Shrimpkins'
    Bender might say, “Greetings to my yeasts and bacterias”

    The picture above is from an episode of Futurama I watched with my boys. The robot, Bender, is adrift in space. His body is populated by ‘Shrimpkins’.

    Auden wrote “A New Year Greeting” the year I was born. It was in …

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  2. Prison

    I remember another time when I was young. In my homeland traveling by train. A group of passengers sprinkled throughout the open-plan carriage talked amongst themselves. They appeared to know each other from their intersecting lives in suburbia. This was obviously their regular commute. Rereading Saint-Exupéry I am reminded of …

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  3. Sport

    Ask me any sport related question. I could not give a toss about it. Invite me to hit, kick or throw a ball and you’ll regret it. Despite my tragic failure to care about any sports I do love people who do.

    I discovered a Gabriel Garcia Marquez article …

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  4. Walking and Travel

    Bruce Chatwin in India
    Bruce Chatwin in India

    As a nineteen year old, Bruce Chatwin introduced me to the latin phrase, solvitur ambulando (The Songlines). Translated as ‘it is solved by walking’ I liked the phrase immediately. It has become a talisman to be kept in my thoughts. I have not only sought solutions …

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  5. Erratic Reading

    Last night I started reading Night Walking by Prof. Beaumont. It felt immediately familiar to me. I mention it now only to make note of the phrase Post Circadian Capitalism and the word Noctivagator. Fab.

    I did not sleep much after 3am this morning. I’m not getting enough exercise …

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  6. Drifter

    Running my hand along the kitchen bench my fingers gripped momentarily on congealed sticky oil. I wiped my fingers on a towel and poured a glass of Roku Gin. Earlier today I booked a cheap hotel room in Colaba, Mumbai. Gregory Robert’s book came to mind and I thought …

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  7. Like Spacfiller

    I am tired on these summer mornings. The hot days and the humid stuffy nights leave me lying awake in the pre-dawn, tired to the bone. For the first few minutes I don’t want to get up and face the day. Then my bladder lets me know I have …

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  8. My Best Rose

    Dear Z (My Best Rose),

    Thank you so much for your package, it is lovely and I shall treasure it.

    You surprised me. I felt you were exactly the person I remembered but the lens of time and the walls of distance left me ignorant of the truth. I feel …

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