Day 8+9+10+11+12+13+14+15
Oh well now I am really falling behind. Unfortunately, due to my tendency to unwind with an episode of the Great British Bake Off, rather...
Day 6+7
T he weekend must be conjoined. A blur of sleeping in and cake making and pub dining and watching "Hit and Run" when I should have been...
Day 5
Today was supposed to be bland. Seminar, walk, read, eat. I had dutifully colored in the hours the night prior and could envision myself,...
Day 4
I went to Br ixton today. This was not my original plan. Dining on coffee, and a table splayed with school books, I opened the selected...
Day 3
I fell asleep to the lullaby of laughter, clinking glasses, and indistinct voices – fringed in that British accent that still feels so...
Day 2
The city overwhelms. My teacher compares city life to a short story; Fragmented, fleeting, fitful weather, a thousand faces fading from...
Day 1
I experienced waking up to rain in London for the first time. The glass ceiling under which I sat, preparing for my seminar, leaked. A...
So
Hwæt! Thus begins the oldest surviving work of english literature: Beowulf. The word is crammed with meaning; various translations,...
A Book without Pictures
“What is the use of a book without pictures?” For most of my life, I have condemned images as a lesser art form to words. Henry David...
A Focal Point
In her diaries, Virginia Woolf declares all writers must find a focal point. A theme, a place, a character, an object - a hub from which...
