Category Musings
Pondering the Possibility of Being Forever Other
This moment imprinted on me the sense of Malacca as my home, a sense I have never been able to recover anywhere else in the world. To have felt the familiar once is always to feel its absence after. The town through whose streets I mourned publicly, dressed in black, sack, and straw, weeping with […]
On the Book of Kells and What Endures
St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin, Ireland, 30 April 2014, 2.15 pm I’m hanging out at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin. There’s a slight drizzle falling from the grey Irish clouds outside and this little stone bench in the Lady’s Chapel in the cathedral is, for want of any better word, cozy. I’m resisting the urge to […]
We Must Stand Against Each and Every One, or Who Are We?
“The boy must die,” Bernard insisted. “Or the world dies with him. In horror beyond earthly imaginings. What is one boy against that?” “Everything,” Erin said. “Murdering a boy is an evil deed. Every evil act matters. Every single one. We must stand against each and every one, or who are we?” – Innocent Blood […]
Buried Beneath All The Lies 