Airports are strange places. I’ve been going through a lot of them recently. They’re no longer mildly exciting - like they are when you’re a child going on holiday - but they do somehow stimulate some strange reflective feeling inside me. Its as if the impartial stop-gap between worlds gives my brain a clinical environment [...]

This is what happens when you spend a lot of time on public transport or in airports. I think. About where I’ve been, what I’ve done, where I’m going and where I want to be. Then I write - actually truth be told the thinking never finishes before the writing starts, I’m too impatient, and [...]

I’ve been sitting on this train for ten minutes and its almost as if to my left its still the same cresting and rolling wave I’ve been following since I boarded. I left Ernie at the single isolated platform of the aptly named Surf station. I saw him waving vaguely at an invisible me somewhere [...]