Pissing On Puffins

“You know, they piss on puffins,” my friend said, a couple of weeks before going to Iceland. “For fermentation or something. I dunno, I might be wrong.” “That’s okay,” I said. “That will be the name of whatever I write about Iceland. ‘Pissing on Puffins’.” I still haven’t fact-checked this. * I’ve been fascinated with … Continue reading

Think / Travel


So, I had a stroke. Two, actually. The landing gear stores itself away, mechanics that could also fail, though it’s┬ádesigned not to. I’m moving again. My knees hit the back of the seat in front. I read that we don’t know why we cry on planes, and I’d had romantic visions of me breaking down … Continue reading