Nov 17, 2018 | Fiction |
At some time all cities have this feel: in London it’s at five or six on a winter evening. Paris has it too, late, when the cafes are closing up. In New York it can happen anytime: early in the morning as the light climbs over the canyon streets and the avenues...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
Because whether you murder or not, that’s the trouble, it makes no difference in the maddening void which doesn’t care what we do – all we know is that everything is alive otherwise it wouldn’t be here – the rest is speculation, mental...
