creativity metaphysics on Doughty Street

London is such a compost pile of history that it is not particularly impressive to say a thing like I used to be neighbors with Charles Dickens, because who isn’t somebody’s neighbor in London, and who isn’t somebody’s neighbor anywhere, anyway? But when I lived a few blocks from that little house-museum, I lived anContinue reading “creativity metaphysics on Doughty Street”

dénouement

catherineaddington: My next-door neighbor speaks pointed BBC English. I’ve met her only once, this morning, as I was heading out for the day and she was carting out the week’s trash. She knew me as the foreigner, and greeted me in kind, and I was startled by how unstartling that tone was in my earsContinue reading “dénouement”

dénouement

My next-door neighbor speaks pointed BBC English. I’ve met her only once, this morning, as I was heading out for the day and she was carting out the week’s trash. She knew me as the foreigner, and greeted me in kind, and I was startled by how unstartling that tone was in my ears again.Continue reading “dénouement”

roaming

On my third day in Bilbao, another girl from the US who was traveling with friends asked if anyone knew where the kitchen was in our hostel. When I pointed her in the right direction, she flushed red. “I didn’t know you spoke English!” she blurted, probably remembering the personal details she’d discussed with ourContinue reading “roaming”