Petersburg to Berlin. Three days, four countries, countless borders crossed in sleep. Foundation Programme done, Brighton ahead, and me suspended in this moving nowhere. Writing this from somewhere in Poland. Or maybe we’re in Germany already. Hard to tell when you wake at 4 AM and the landscape outside could be anywhere. Grey fields, industrial […]
Wake up. Train compartment. Night outside the window, Europe rushing past in the dark. Your pockets: a passport with your face but the name means nothing. A ticket from Petersburg to somewhere west. A sketchbook filled with your handwriting, your drawings, but you don’t remember making them. This is Blank Spots. My new novel, written
September Fog and Missing Days September 16, 2022 Term’s almost over, but Petersburg’s September fog has wrapped my brain in that familiar haze, like the Neva’s mist swallowing Petrogradsky Island whole. Three months into my new life here (after the Moscow transfer that still feels half-dreamed), notebooks overflow with forensic psych case notes tangled up
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