water, when we enter the bathroom, or even before we enter it, the dazzling glossy whiteness of the tiles appears as heaven is imagined in the minds of the religious. So white that even though its shadows make it appear to be tones of light grey, still its whiteness is…

Why, he asked, why did you do it. These are my answers, to his question. From this reign of terror, spirit is unabled to return to the concreteness of the realms of culture…(Hegel) This documents how a woman became less alienated. A woman who is this thing. …

Today is my birthday, I am 63, my 64th year has begun…. How did I end up across the world teaching Hegel? It was a long time ago, I don’t actually know how long ago, decades at least. So here I am trying to remember the name of the philosopher…

I was young then. I didn’t know how young. How could I? Alone in the warm water, I closed my eyes, my eyes and head ached from a night of too much talking. The more I realized that I didn’t really want to talk with them, with anyone really, the…

entropy of erro, climbing, acrophilia and on a sunday morning Let us begin in the middle as there are no beginnings. She put on her dark jacket, took her bag and left. From the house in the outer suburbs she drove down the patchwork of roads, long flat roads, downhill…

it’s late and i don’t know whether thus place, should be treated as social media, that is to say a variant of the public sphere or as something less bourgeois. i will have to decide, for even if i am primarily experimenting with writing; form, content, expression, at the moment. still if this experiment breaks down, then its place in the spectacle will become clearer, words will have to describe it. Too many images you see… A year, i’ll run it for a year. still (another still) i promise it won’t be pseudo-journalism

A dystopian vignette for you… In order to to understand how Gilda Brown might have helped save the world, a list of things that could be bullet points: let’s say that as a teacher, along with 100,000 other teachers since the 1980s who taught in the Anglophone world for more…

If we happened to stay on the Dutch woman’s bed recently it is an accident that might never have occurred if we hadn’t met outside the National Gallery, where we talked and had a relationship of some kind all those decades ago. An indescribable relationship I realize now. We, the…

He was looking at the beech hedge trying to work out what line he should take in trimming the hedge. There was a light wind blowing through the trees above him. He was becalmed by the house to the north of him and the high hedges. Still the wind hissed. He heard the sound of the sword passing through the air before he noticed the woman moving through the brown leaves on the other side of the beech hedge. Imaginary enemies falling to the ground as the sword cut and passed through their bodies. The beech hedge was mostly on her side of the border between the two houses. He wondered if the tip of the sword was moving faster than sound.