a sorry state of affairs.

There is nothing like those for whom it is none of their business, for spying on other people's actions. Why is it that gentleman only ever comes at dusk? Why does Monsieur So-and-so never hang his key on the hook on Thursdays? Why does he always go down the back streets? Why does madame always… Continue reading a sorry state of affairs.


the world is a magnet, a field in every direction every perfect attraction you believe is your answer so you keep walking in a zig zag pattern, letting your feet drag in the dirt this way, or that, so many answers on which you depend, you never chose to walk straight on your own it… Continue reading forward