The Milliner of Bath

“The more you write, the bigger the imagined world gets. And the other life stays on the chair, quiet, where the body is still.” Yu Hua

“I couldn’t say who I am. I don’t have the slightest idea. I have no roots, no story, no country, and I like it that way. I’m here. I’m free. I can imagine anything. Everything’s possible. I only have to lift my eyes and once again I become the world. Now, on this very spot, a feeling of happiness that I could keep forever.“

Marion – Wings of Desire

ABOUT THIS PLACE


This here is my quiet tribute to my daughter Lauren and my grandson Bodhi — may they see me not as the ghost in my mistakes, but as a man still trying to turn whatever’s left of himself into light……
Some nights the words come in sideways, like a drunk knocking at the wrong door, and some nights they come clean as rain on a windshield. Either way, I built a small place—a dim little shop with a bell over the door—where they can find me.
I guess what I’m saying is:
This is my workshop now. A hard floor in the horizon. A corner of the world where anything I feel like writing—stories, warnings, confessions, little flare-ups of truth—can wander in and take a seat.
If you ever want to see what I’m writing when I should be asleep, or what I’m remembering when I wish I could forget, it’ll eventually be there. Whatever drifts through my hands on the way to becoming a sentence.


Come by anytime you want. Coffee is brewing.


It’s all dogs and before and after here now.


In Dada socks,


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