When friends come to Bristol one of the first places I take them is Cabot tower. With panoramic views across the city it starts the visit not only with a climb, but more importantly, a wide eyed model-like experience of the surrounding area. Continue reading “My Dear Fellow”
KJ bookended my time at University. Constructed from various diary entries, The original piece was some 12,000 words long covering numerous selves and various scenes depicting time falling in on itself. I spent two months whittling it down to the roughly 1500 words you can now read.
I have a fascination with machines. My last writing project Autoeclectic was mostly about me seeing whether I could truly carve out a career writing about some of these working, almost living things.
In a sentence this long you don’t necessarily remember the details of what you’ve been told but you certainly feel them.
‘Until I was 16 or 17, I had heard practically nothing about the history that preceded 1945. Only when we were 17 were we confronted with a documentary film of the opening of the Belsen camp.’
I’ve read quite a bit about the life and work of W.G. Sebald in the last couple of days, but it seems to me that the above quote taken from a Guardian interview conducted in September of 2001 is right at the centre of his work.