Public Art—Undressed
A mini photo essay after John Berger's Ways of Seeing // When bronze gets touched and touched again, it loses its green shine and darkens.
Roommate
I may have led you to believe that D and I moved into an unoccupied apartment. The truth is that the absent master of the house has left his roommate behind. It’s an exceptionally well-behaved roommate who doesn’t make a…
Past, Present, Future
It’s one week since we left Paris and crossed over into a life in which we have no fixed home. I’m glad we didn’t immediately go on the road and have chosen to stay put for at least a month.…
Differences
D says that everything I post on my blog should be of the same quality as my personal essays and fiction. He says that people (which means: you) will take these posts as an indication of my abilities as a…
The Swiss
Yesterday, we were invited to a family dinner at the house of our friend’s kind neighbors. I was a tad nervous. We’d enjoyed two convivial dinners together back in October, so I knew I had nothing to fear, yet I…
The Luxury of Space
Since we arrived in Zollikon, I have a room of my own. A room with a view, yes, but more importantly: a room with a door. In Paris, I wrote at a narrow desk in the bedroom, whereas D wrote…
