DISCREET AND CONFIDENTIAL ENCOUNTERS
A City of Ghosts and Glances There is a particular quality to the light in my part of London in…
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Southampton is a city that wears its history like a heavy coat. The memory of the Titanic, the relentless buzz…
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I turned forty in March, and my husband gave me a Vitamix. I’m not being ungrateful; it’s a very good…
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I was standing in my kitchen in Newcastle, staring at a pan of boiling potatoes, when the news broke about…
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The Crowd Below The workshop in the North Laine smells of shellac and the peculiar peace that only inanimate things…
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Let me tell you about a Tuesday in October. A specific Tuesday, the one after the news broke about the…
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There is a word for the space between the life you live and the life you watch yourself live. I…
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She is an unfaithful wife on the Gold Coast, and no one knows. Not her husband, who still leaves the…
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H1: The City Remembers What You Forget There’s a particular quality to the light in Birmingham in late autumn. It…
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Some places on a map are not meant to be visited. They exist only as blank spaces, cartographic conveniences, places…
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