City Fables

Sometimes Nothing Happens (and Other Lies You Tell Yourself)

Sometimes it turns out doing Sweet FA is actually A, and the F turns up later as Feelings. Funny ...

The Mathematician and I sit and listen to the city's small moments.

I take the long, long way round to the shops and pass sights small, tall, and awful.

The work's finally done and I set out for some holiday fun, deep into the searing heat of summer.

On the first week of holiday, my true love gave to me ... work. (Aplenty.) The Mathematician and Writer spend a week slightly off-kilter.

I've a week indoors and a window through which to watch time pass.

I'm trying to write but the city won't stop talking. Only by going outside can I make the inside quiet.

A river walk, a drink, and a donkey wrangler. Nothing's off the table in Leipzig's wild west.

Sometimes letting the city guide you is the best way to go.

Following in the footsteps of Leipzig's most notorious society. So nebulous, they're practically non-existent ...