I speak about the dead in the present tense. This unsettles many people. Most, it turns out, prefer to ignore death altogether. They certainly don't want it dragged into the here and now. The past perfect suits them very nicely, thank you. Over time, I have come to terms with this tension. Now, I mind … Continue reading A Visit to the Medium.
I’m early at Gate 82. I side step and sit on a window ledge in a sunbeam to better observe other passengers queuing; let's see what the next two hours has in store for me, eh? I like to be prepared.In line, he stands out. He’s reading a battered paperback copy of a Philip K … Continue reading From Gate 82 to Seat 12F.