is an Australian mistranslation of Les Amants du Pont-Neuf, more commonly translated as The Lovers on the Bridge. It is an excellent film and this did make me laugh. Pétanque, meaning ‘feet fixed’ or ‘foot planted’, is a game for the masses, born out of La Ciotat in Provence. So there was the first and then last game of pétanque this year and the ultimate…
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performing autopsies on a perpetuum mobile
Having lived a prosaic yet beautiful (and not quite over) summer of travel, I have since come home, bought new (fancy) running trainers, cancelled my Estrid subscription (pile up), watched the Barbie film (excellent) and tried desperately to think of the direction I want to take this website in. I am still trying to figure the last one out. I started writing poetry (badly), putting…
in search of lost time
It is the last day in Madrid and my local coffee shop is not open. Which is fine because I go somewhere else and they dust cinnamon on my latte and give me 20 cents off for coming with a reusable cup. In this sense, nothing is not replaceable. Changes by David Bowie plays in the Uber on the way to the airport. The right…
the balcony stool
There is a distinct lack of a balcony stool as I sit with an iced coffee writing this. The idea was to find one at Rastro. For various reasons, I have not been searching in the past month and I refuse to pay €25 for the cheapest one available at IKEA Goya. It is arguably too late. Things, like the balcony stool that do not…
Orchestrated Manoeuvres in the Dark
It is night, and she is tired. A female figure, lost in thought and looking at a train timetable, occupies the centre of the bed. An open window renders the viewer an automatic voyeur. An articulated experience of solitude and intimacy in the city. Edward Hopper, Hotel Room, 1931. A post about place. Robbie recommended Leaving The Atocha Station by Ben Lerner. The narrator is in Madrid on…