White wine on a sun-setting balcony as the humidity fades. They talk about Europe, about where they're going and where they've been. I don't say much. Instead, I slurp my wine and daydream about Germany, though my time there was too short and the things seen were too few. I…
After an hour and a half of reading my novel draft, making notes, and doing research, my eyes look like that. I take breaks to look out of the window of the coffee place, noticing how many people seem to mutter to themselves on their way to the subway. I…
If I can't sleep, one thing I like to do is to look at webcams of cities where it has just turned morning. Sometimes nobody is out of bed and sometimes people are already having long chats outside in the dark. Sometimes the spaces look so eerie without people. I…
