the strands

Chapter 17: The Golden Woah

When Trump announced his presidential run in 2015, I was in Ireland.

Sep 18 •

Chapter 16: Great Fall of the Offwall

I couldn’t fall asleep.

Aug 22 •

Chapter 15: The Cliffs of Casablanca

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,

Jul 29 •

Chapter 14: All That Road Going (Part Three)

We were withered and strown.

Jul 11 •

Chapter 13: All That Road Going (Part Two)

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

Jun 10 •

Chapter 12: Bayou Interlude

Ricocheting out of New Orleans came a car five strong, speeding under weeping willows drooping out from marshes and chrome-colored rivers.

May 10 •

Chapter 11: All That Road Going (Part One)

If Summer is understood to be the spirit of celebrated excess, if we permit ourselves to thematize it as the triumph of life, brash and verdant, over…

Apr 17 •

Chapter 10: Pentecost

When the Word of the north traveled down to my earth

Mar 6 •

Chapter 9: Rolling Face in the Plains of Abraham

So I got there.

Feb 27 •

Chapter 8: Nietzsche

Before I let the story take off, there is one more character I need to introduce: Nietzsche.

Feb 9 •

Chapter 7: Alexandre the Great

In fact I hadn’t learned all that much.

Jan 30 •

Chapter 6: The Young Girls

There were three young girls, and with them three successive stages of the spirit: first the basics, with all their let-downs; then the avant-garde…

Jan 16 •

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