I wrote this on October 28, but it is still true in November, this humid unseasonable weather that clings to the days and makes our nights sweaty and confusing. A band of clouds gathers over the outermost islands, but here, closer inland, the sky is blue and the sun warm, the air sweet and gentle, hot even, if you’re in the lee of the breeze. … Continue reading Unusually warm again: on the peculiarly temporary sensation of enjoying climate change
I’m walking in Halifax, but I’m thinking about Mexico: smell of hot diesel on a melting pavement.
How is it that our impressions linger and layer, from one place to another? How is it that time mixes and melds in our memories? Continue reading Treading Desire Paths: Field Note #1