Journal

18/2/26 Alfred decided (in a dream, of all places, that it was time to pay Trumpenstein back for all the mental, and sociological, political and...

Summary but certainly not summery, though quite springlike towards the end of the month. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the latter fourteen days of February.

Summary but certainly not summery. Using precisely one hundred words per day, here’s my account of the things that went on in my Bulgarian life during the first fourteen days of February.

Moments. A year is comprised of thirty-one million, five hundred and fifty-seven thousand seconds; most of them pass without a second’s thought. They...