Time will tell . . .

Warm greetings to readers of Dispatches from me in what might be described as my post-semester moment of transition. A temporary collapse, a shake of the poor full head and bod amidst so much contextual inclemency and uncertainty, would be other ways of putting it... A moment in the high foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Alberta has contributed as only these moments (in my case) can. It has begun my refuelling. Several memories, potential dispatches, are percolating, begging their time — a musing on memory and colours and form and Madrid, foremost among them — but not yet. For now…. a quiet bar in Detroit, a place to read Olga Tocarczuk.

Photograph by Kenneth Mills