Writing about Distant Lands

There is a certain schizoid imbalance to writing about distant lands.

Battle Harbour, Labrador

Battle Harbour, Labrador

My mind is half in the arctic, but when I walk the dog, I know that I am a long way from that.

John Street, Downtown Manhattan

John Street, Downtown Manhattan

I think of vast expanses, glacial winds, privation and suffering and remember that I need to get pecorino cheese and a nice Sicilian white for dinner.

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