thirty weeks gone.

There’s something weird about air travel, about the physical movement of bodies through space, about hours spent given up for lost, peering out oval windows or staring at little TV screens or trying to sleep or trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. If you’re lucky enough, you close your eyes in one state and open […]

nineteen weeks gone.

A couple days ago in Edinburgh we had one of the nicest days and someone in my course was talking about how they’d expected it because there’s always a break in the weather around this time of year. I forgot her reasoning and anything other than just feeling complete disbelief there’d ever be anything other […]