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The noise stops: the whirling column connecting sky and sea closes. Light fills the air. I did this not: it is not my doing. Says the sea in... -
I have spent the last two years seriously considering the notion of drowning. I have made pictures of it, read about it, considered it in... -
There are quite a lot of people in London. There are more people in London that there are in my entire continent. They funnel themselves fr... -
Girl in a pageant, near Assisi Friday Up near the roof of the Uffizi, it seems another storm is brewing over Fiesole: I can thus maintain an... -
I'm not sure when it became usual to have endless stretches of dull grey weather in summer. Today is yet another one: ... -
Wonderful things, English Gothic cathedrals. Way-stations to heaven. The columns soar straight up to the beyond, until you can barely see ... -
Solidity: There is no such thing. Even our bones are merely clever things that seem to hold us up through sheer belief. Fluted colum... -
This is Reg Mombassa's "Self Portrait With High Pants", which he submitted for that particularly Sydney slagfest, the Archiba... -
Memory in an Earthen shell Edmund de Waal at the Sydney Writers' Festival Sydney Opera House, May 20, 2012 I know ... -
My first Winter here has just ended, but Spring seems not to know what is expected, and lets the cold come creeping in. Deep, da...
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