The Long Read WHO CHOSE THE PAINT SCHEME? Slowly opening one eye and gazing at an unfamiliar yellow […]
Heart attack
My memory has wiped itself clean. “Don’t you remember?” asks my wife “You don’t remember that!” adds my […]
Travelling to somewhere, Travels always go somewhere. (But F*** knows where) Rain spit spatters on the windshield, The […]
Staying home after my heart attack. Can’t travel, won’t travel. Delving into my photo archives. A few more […]
Part I Slowly opening one eye and gazing at an unfamiliar yellow room. Oh God, who chose the […]
Chez Nick 