England
I felt crowded by all the bags, like they were someone else’s clutter
I ended up putting them all back under the bed.
We discussed the biggest arguments we’d ever had in restaurants
No link was found, other than that the arguments were all with men.
“Police Praise ‘Safe, Orderly’ Carnival”
I rode the 381 home and sat in the priority seats just behind the box of free tabloids.
Like many of John Le Carré’s women, she has a creepy energy that I can only describe as “sex-mother.”
Many of the women in his books seem unable to decide whether they want to sleep with every man they see or be their actual biological mother.
We swam south through green fields and rolling hills
We made a list of all the things we didn’t know: when was the Bronze Age, and what’s steel made of, anyway?
The Street: or How I learned to start worrying about Corrie and listen to Mordecai Richler
There’s a palpable sense that Britain was at its best back when people were living on rations, the era that had just come to a close when Coronation Street first went on the air.
We were all waiting for the rat to come out
I Sharpie-scribbled my way through a violently lime green pad of Post-It notes.
I knew the rules
Commuting to historical archives is the ultimate exercise in urban loneliness.
