The river had listed on all sides. To the east, it was suffocating the grassy banks of Brooklyn Bridge Park; a mile across the water, the concrete roadways that surround Manhattan had been buried at sea. Yet amid the howls of the wind and and wickedness of the storm, there it stood: A magical island of horses, floating in place in what was now the middle of the East River. Continue reading
As a kid, I spent a lot of time traveling alone on airplanes.
I was born in England and moved to the U.S. when I was 12 years old after my parents split up. Like a pingpong ball being lobbed across the ocean in slow motion, I bounced back-and-forth internationally several times a year between my family. Continue reading
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life… Continue reading
Living in New York City is a completely unpredictable affair. Some mornings you wake up, stagger out of bed, and the city passionately kisses you, filling the day with idyllic charm. Other mornings begin with what feels like a perfectly timed kick, worthy of the last penalty strike in a World Cup soccer match, that lands superlatively between your legs. Often, New York City greets you with both.
After 15 years of these kisses and kicks, it’s time for me to bid mercurial New York adieu; I’m moving to San Francisco. It’s a tough farewell, to say the least, but it’s time to say goodbye.
After 15 years of these kisses and kicks, it’s time for me to bid New York adieu; I’m moving to San Francisco. Continue reading