Let’s Talk About Benching

You look at a word long enough and it shows you some of the other things it can do. Like Continue reading →

The Opposite of Park

Waking up this morning on the tenth floor of a building in Holborn to sky and rooftops, the tip of Continue reading →

Somewhere You’ve Never Been

Go somewhere new every day. That’s what the Dali Lama says. Or is it every week, every month, once a Continue reading →

Other Parks: Independence Park

I met A there, and H, and L, and I met N and V and a guy called Jean-Luc. Most Continue reading →

A Prayer for New Things

At the start of the New Year, or when we do something for the first time, or even the first Continue reading →

Picnic in the Park

On particularly warm summer days they’d take the children to the park for lunch, all twelve of them, with extra Continue reading →

Repetition is Prayer

A glimpse. A reminder. A prayer. A temple. A god. There are places in the city that orient us, that Continue reading →

Postcards: The Intimacy and The Inanity

For the past few weeks I’ve been buying vintage postcards of Clissold Park off eBay. 1. October 27, 1908. Addressed Continue reading →