What a strange thing it is to live, what a precarious endeavour. Because life is so razor thin. And we forget it is. We tend to look forw...

Sometimes everything has been said and there’s nothing more to add; doing so just expands the ever-swelling mass. And what for, really? I...

The streets in my part of town are old and narrow, tight stone passages just about wide enough for a single car to pass if pedestrians hu...