As I type these words it is 7am on New Year’s Day 2019. It is still dark outside and an owl is hooting. Were I cleverer with words, a haiku would spring from this moment. As it is, instead, I lay before you a rather strange Showcase…
There are parallel offerings in English/French and English/Magyar, the latter I am taking on trust because I have no knowledge of the language, so let’s live dangerously. There is decidedly non-haiku-esque poetry. There is a piece of prose about a zen master. There are illustrations from a children’s anti-vivisection story.
I have enjoyed scrambling it together at the last possible moment. If you want to read it – and why wouldn’t you? – please hover your pointer over the ‘Experience’ tab and scroll down, or click here.
Oh shut up, owl, you’ve made your point.