Genetic modification
She stood with the tip of her nose touching the thick window. Looking out over the endless desert, she wondered what it …
The Pig Farmer
“Which way d’ya wanna take?” “Highway. Got a cigarette?” He glanced at her. “Oh, come off it Tim. It’s one cigarette.” “In …
Varanasi
In the Holy City a convoy rows down, feeling spiritual via Kodak lens, to see the sun rise over cremation grounds with …
The Irreversible Metamorphosis of the Girl, the Boy and the Butterfly on the Wall
You wait. You stare into darkness, blank space that exists between the upper and lower folds of soft, untouched skin. Somewhere between …
On the High Art of Killing
The Artist gave one last glance over his finished masterpiece, then nodded, satisfied that it was his best work yet. As he …
[TRANSIT]
[TRANSIT] The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo—Desmond Morris, British anthropologist [AMERICA DREAM] In my New York …
A Silence in Stockholm
After a five-minute train ride out of the city, we’re met with a harsh chill as we step out onto the platform …
‘L’ is for Lara
Lara is standing, disconsolate, on the veranda of her father’s tired, timber bungalow; she wears a faded, blue-daisied frock that hangs like …
Running out of Road
Reading a book on the art of travel, I stumble upon a beautiful word inherited from Greek philosophers. The word is ‘eudaimonia’. …
Considere Al Turista
Within a few minutes of getting to Paris, the main experience is humiliation. I realise that to the French people in this …