The Dreadful Burden of An Open Heart
It's April, and the songbirds this morning are black caps and blackbirds. Wood pigeons and robins. The horse chestnuts are blossoming outside my
One Black Penny Too Many
I was thinking about the way that we lose time to our turbulent inner states. We interact with people day-in and day-out, often with little
The Relics and The Trees
I want to sink into reflection a bit, but I don't know if I have the patience. The sun is shining and it&
The Mythical Novel and Other Updates
I'm just back from a stroll and the sun is doing something it has rarely done since the holidays — shining. Spring is arriving to Budapest, or at least sending a Save The Date card. It's too early to trust it...
On the forgiveness of autumn...
Outside, as the sun rises, somewhere behind this persistent wall of gray that envelops the city, I see this autumn landscape almost turned winter. A