Leipzig

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.

Fibre optic internet is arriving in Leipzig. The city’s about to join the Modern World.

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.

The Mathematician and I seek solace in the space of late evening. A meditation on movement and being.

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