A Year at the Kitchen Window
The Pixel
Twelve months of the same view, seen while waiting for water to boil.
Journal
Essays, recipes and photographs, posted whenever something is worth keeping.
Everything I Have Killed on This Roof
The Pixel
A complete and honest list, in the order of their passing, beginning with the basil.
Handwriting Is the Last Slow Thing I Do
The Pixel
Late at night I sometimes watch a stranger’s hand move across a page, and I have stopped being embarrassed about it.
Walking Out of a Bad Decade
The Pixel
I did not plan to leave. I planned a long walk, and then I kept going.
What a Stranger Taught My Balcony
The Pixel
After four years of killing things on the roof, I finally did what I should have done at the start and watched somebody who knows what...
Everything I Kept From My Father’s Workshop
The Pixel
One tin of screws sorted by a logic only he understood, and the pencil behind his ear.
Second Class to the End of the Line
The Pixel
Pick a line on the map, ride it until it stops, and see what is there. That is the entire method.
A Field Guide With Someone Else’s Notes
The Pixel
I bought a book about clouds for three pounds, and what I actually got was a stranger’s whole summer.
The Road I Took Instead of Therapy
The Pixel
Eleven hundred kilometres, one bad saddle and no conclusions worth repeating.
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