I wrote a long essay for The Guardian about 2020. I think it’s pretty good, but it won’t make you feel good. The chicken shack was nearly an hour’s walk through Seoul in the subzero night, but they served up damn good chicken, and dangerously cheap beer, and we agreed the risk of becoming lost and freezing to death on the street was worth it. My son, Thomas, spent his early years in Canberra, and he does not feel the cold like I do, routinely sleeping with his bedroom windows wide open through the winter. But on this night even he swaddled up with multiple layers of hoodies, scarves and so much Korean puffer-wear that we were less men than giant, shambling marshmallows in search of the dirty bird…
I too found it, and it was very good. I even thought I should buy the book when it comes out even if the other contributors have nothing but word salad. I'm also amazed at the relative ease of you flipping between the splodey and the thinky.
I saw that earlier and found it a great read. Yeh, it's depressing but so is the state of the world. Nice bit of word-munching.
I too found it, and it was very good. I even thought I should buy the book when it comes out even if the other contributors have nothing but word salad. I'm also amazed at the relative ease of you flipping between the splodey and the thinky.
FB does have its uses, such as seeing it when stuff like this pops for observers on the other side of the globe. Tough reading for tough times.