Faith, Fiction, Friends

He sits, stares at a single painting  in the afternoon, rather abstract, neo-abstract, perhaps neo-realist  or post something, he d...

Standing in front of the Metropolitan, next to the street, he stares as she disappears, enclosed in yellow, surrounded by the ...

Everything that could be said today is being said today, and I won’t add words, or many of them. In May, we were in the bookshop o...