The writings, from the start...

The Stockholm Jazz Club..

Karl fell over last night. Almost sober, he slipped on an icy pedestrian crossing, hurting his back. And his pride. The deepest wound was being

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A Stranded Namibian..

At one o’clock in the morning, Namibian is hanging off my mirrors. It reminds me that I should’ve been born into wealth. There is a

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Dem Bones..

The trouble with tourist attractions is that they’re teeming with tourists. A bus full of English school children rolls up just as I arrive at

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