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Read more: 148. The middle of the middle148. The middle of the middle
There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…
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97.Entire relationship tutorial
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96.Strangers on a train.
Read more: 96.Strangers on a train.I know. Another train. That’s what you do when you’re travelling, and me. Here is the cast: Me. Rocking a kind of a lesbian chic look, an overall with a white tee and a pale blue linen stripe shirt, expensive but trying to be understated. Studded boots. Throwing off the scent with an actual hiking…
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95.Train of thought
Read more: 95.Train of thoughtToday I write onboard the JTV, the fast train from Paris to Nice. I claimed seat 45 carriage 1 at 10am, for a six hour journey through the languid French countryside. Nothing chill about the speed of this thing though; we are slicing through the countryside like our pantaloons are on fire. I love love…
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94.An introvert in Paris
Read more: 94.An introvert in ParisI’m in the lobby restaurant of the Hotel Jeu de Paume, on a cold and wet Monday in Paris. Nestled between the two arms of the Seine River, Jeu de Paume has been sheltering travellers since the 17th century so it’s coping well with this one. It’s raining and Im fine with that. So very…
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93. And the fog rolled in.
Read more: 93. And the fog rolled in.I’ve just had a little reminder that life sometimes doesn’t give a fuck about your best laid plans. The pilots are calling it fog in Shanghai, most probably a pea soup combination of nature and its toxic belching opposite slugging it out for supremacy. So with four hours to catch a plane to Paris, I…
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89. Demon slayer.
Read more: 89. Demon slayer.Look. I might be imagining it. But when I walked back from the first 90 minute meditation of the retreat, I was PRETTY FUCKING CALM. Like, a lot calmer than I was when I nervously walked towards the place that’s for sure. I celebrated by dropping into a sake bar round the corner from the apartment.…
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