Going back to a book is like returning to the cities we believe to be our own, but which, in reality, we've forgotten and been forgotten by.
Musings on missing out.
Last October, a journalist in Malta was killed by car bomb. Last December, I went to Malta and took too many selfies. Oh, and did you hear about this election?
Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
An ode to the time of year where there are few odes. The upside of the low season.
Hipster cafés, cheap vodka, functional public transport. How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
Looking for existential musings on parallel universes, and finding something resembling a real parallel universe.