Writing / Journalism / Opinion
Picnics and strolls by the water meet fishing boats, as steaming, fire-topped chemical complexes become visible in the distance on the south side of the water, and as the river curves, widens, and opens up into the bay, Haneda Airport dazzles into view, radiating brilliantly while passenger craft descend at speed from across the light-specked sea.
Read More The Golden HourHere are some links to articles I’ve written over the past couple of months.
Read More Recent WritingAre you politically homeless?
Then breathe a sigh of relief, and be thankful.
If you feel regretful and lament that you have been rendered homeless, then snap out of it, quickly.
How do you write about surfing without invoking every cliché in the book? I don’t think you can, and I know for a fact you can’t do it justice through words on a page, either. But some lines come close.
Read More Pacific LinesI’m feeling some movements in the aether, strange energies, my teeth are numb and the cat looked at me funny, so I had a look in the tea leaves to see what’s on the way.
Read More Political ShiftsI don’t know that there’s much point following the news, current affairs, that kind of thing. You can skip it a bit, and it makes no difference. A day. A week. Doesn’t affect you, doesn’t affect anyone else. Actually, that’s not true, it will affect you in that you’ll start getting stuff done and enjoying the day to day a bit more.
Read More HallucinationsCuriously, society is being propelled in two contradictory directions at the same time. On the one hand, we are compelled to loosen up and let everyone just do whatever the hell they want. But simultaneously, we are henpecked by uptight cultural authoritarians over the most minor of newly-confected, sometimes barely comprehensible faux-pas.
Read More Dress Down And Shut UpIt appears that Britain has been laid with tinder, and Member of Parliament Boris Johnson, with the very tiniest of sparks, has set the whole place ablaze.
Read More Strange RevolutionSometimes a summer tournament comes round and you watch it. And sometimes a summer tournament brings with it every minute of every summer tournament you’ve ever watched in your life, trawls your memories, digs through your emotions, and leaves you weeping into a pint of nostalgia.
Read More Still in MotionIt’s desolate, just a little. Run down with empty plots, but also some modern houses with shiny, new cars parked outside. Slightly industrial, a hint of commerce, some parts residential, but also nothing in particular. Too quiet. Left behind but right in the middle.
Read More Mukojima: Not Quite Anywhere