I’d like to say “never take language for granted”, but unless you live your life an uncertain, dithering gratitude seeker in every available moment, you will go about your daily life without thinking about an alternative you in a universe in which you lack one of the basic necessities of Read more…
My first hotpot experience occurred within hours of arriving in Chongqing. I took my recuperation moments and was already reluctant to open Pandora’s suitcase. My laziness was salvaged by a knock on my door. I opened up and there stood Chad, the longhaired, Mexican-American who would end up playing a Read more…
I’d only been on a handful of planes in my life. In fact, the single journey to Chongqing almost doubled my life total of flights. I was so unaccustomed to travelling anywhere beyond the borders of the North west of England at that point that the mere fact that I Read more…
So, I’ve decided to write. A thoroughly useless endeavour. Words seem pretty useless as you type or scribble them. In a conversation, at least some feedback from whichever poor soul is left listening to your ramblings adds some value to your words. But writing fails in a very plain sense. Read more…