The Slowest Express I Have Never Caught
There is a train in Switzerland that calls itself an express and takes all day about it. I have wanted to ride it for years.
Short films, one take, no music.
There is a train in Switzerland that calls itself an express and takes all day about it. I have wanted to ride it for years.
Every country has a train that exists for the people who live along it, and those are the only trains I really want to know about.
I can hold exactly one baking ratio in my head, and I learned it from a stranger on the internet while covered in flour.
There is a whole corner of the internet where people walk around a city with an old camera and very little happens. I find it deeply...
I have a weakness for videos of people walking slowly around bookshops, which is a sentence I never expected to write in public.
Late at night I sometimes watch a stranger’s hand move across a page, and I have stopped being embarrassed about it.
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...
In April, when the harbour is still grey, I like to watch someone else’s spring arrive on film.
I keep a list of bookshops I want to visit before I die, and it grows faster than I can travel.