In my dreams I can fly, in my dreams I can float moving forwards only a few inches or feet above the floor, above the ground, moving as if bourne by a curious moment that has me driven forwards, pulling me. As if it were gravity dragging me onwards but that gravity isn’t in the … Read More

My first memory isn’t really, I suspect, a memory any more. It’s more the memory of a memory. I have revisited it time and again over the past thirty two (almost) years, ever since someone when I was about six told me that they couldn’t remember anything before they were ten. That completely freaked me … Read More