The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic. Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It’s the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, is their instantaneous magnetism. –Jean Baudrillard
It's life and life only
Birds on the Blog
Great Crested Grebe. Caught at a rare moment sitting on its nest in some cold part of NW India. Unlike the Grebe outside my window that vanishes in a flash as it dives in search of fish.
Virginia Woolf: Words Fail Me (her recorded voice)
Munna on the run
Illlustrated dispatches and more
The Great Indian Clearance Sale
if you could not care less about environmental norms, you have come to the right place. We are selling our morals and rights for a pittance. Come, exploit.
I have been eating poetry.
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth/There is no happiness like mine/I have been eating poetry.~Mark Strand