Years ago, Facebook asked me which ten books had stayed with me. It was a safe question. Facebook wasn’t trying to be intelligent yet.
I wrote down ten: Umberto Eco’s...
Rain dashed upon the glass and steel canyon-streets of London, drumming against the concrete walls that rose from the riverbank, high above the ancient...
Minimalism sucks. No, not fundamentally (say, like fascism) but in its ultimate goal. It is an elusive pursuit; a constant work-in-progress. And how it could not be? There are never enough things that you cannot own.
"My excess baggage had resulted in a handbag full of hostile playdates: a downcast novella, one teaspoon of sanitizer, two broken chargers, a single shoe from a pair of Doc Martens, and a beanie.”
Everyone’s favourite big boy, Biden, gives a scintillating victory speech after accomplishing the near-impossible task of defeating two reality television stars in a presidential election (or so he thinks)