So, I’ve left Dalat, and I’m sad. Sad, because, despite three weeks of monsoon rain on my tin roof and … Continue reading onward.
I was about seven when I decided I’d be an author. A pipe dream; hardly one that any forward-thinking adult … Continue reading digital nomadism: welcome to my office
My landlady’s dog is a wiry, feisty mongrel with sharp teeth and a piercing bark. His name, apparently, is No-No-No. … Continue reading notes from a room.
Seventeen days away, and I didn’t write. There wasn’t time. Time was for trains and flights and eating and walking … Continue reading またね, 日本
Mr Hiro-san is on the balcony in his underwear. He’s hanging out his laundry. I’ve seen him in his … Continue reading [not] turning Japanese.
But whether it’s just right, I haven’t quite decided. Probably none of you watch/have ever watched/could imagine watching Spongebob Squarepants, … Continue reading not too hot, not too cold
The Americans are spreadeagled on the (only) couch. Elbows bent over Saigon beer and cigarettes, absorbed in philosophical discussions about … Continue reading