Amsterdam, August 2013

So I went travelling with an iPhone camera and a notebook and a pen, and these words and photos are my records of that summer, verbatim.

Busker, Amsterdam

Busker, Amsterdam

We leave at 4am and drive to Amsterdam, stopping on the freeway for black coffee from a thermos, brötchen we filled with cheese and mustard before going to bed the night before. We catch the Gein metro line from Rijlmer Arena to Amstel, and…

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Oxford, July-August 2013

So I went travelling with an iPhone camera and a notebook and a pen, and these words and photos are my records of that summer, verbatim.

turl

Turl Street, Oxford

I was never much good with Dickens. Everyone thinks in narratives. That’s how we think. Deconstructing a narrative therefore questions and critiques the way we think. Death of certainty. Watching professors struggle with technology. Writing…

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