First things first: Zen is safely with us. When I posted yesterday's photo, I was pretty worked up about Zen being stranded in Newark, but I knew that I wouldn't be of any use if I didn't try to get some sleep until the morning. I had barely drifted off when the landline rang. FunkyPlaid... Continue Reading →

I'm not going to bury the lede: Zen is stuck in Newark due to Storm Jonas. I'm distraught both by the circumstances out of our control and by the lack of appropriate action taken by our pet transport company. But with any luck she will be with us in less than twelve hours, so I... Continue Reading →

A few weeks after moving here, I kept asking FunkyPlaid what that big group of buildings looming over the city was. Half a year after moving here, I had finally figured out what it was. A couple of years later, befuddled tourists started asking me how to get to the castle. Me! I could hardly... Continue Reading →

The bed is a borrowed raft, adrift in the empty flat. FunkyPlaid and Zen and I are left, cosy and drowsy in each other's company. Strange how it even smells emptier. I am thinking of the other leave-taking in this matched set, and how melancholy I felt. This way feels bittersweet as well, for all... Continue Reading →

Pictured is not Dark Tower, the awesome electronic board game I loved as a child, but rather The Black Tower, the delicious dessert at local Thai place Passorn. But now that Dark Tower was mentioned at dinner, I cannot get it out of my head. Nostalgia is dangerous. It can seduce us with claims of... Continue Reading →

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