A Most Unsymphonic Pigeon is a place where my procrastinations can gather, workshop things, swap knitting patterns, join unions, and basically amplify their strength against creative projects of supposedly greater significance.

You can't have everything.

I love to be in a bookshop. It’s one of my highest states of mobile happiness. But conditions have to be right. I must have no one with me, have nowhere to be, be looking for nothing in particular, and not be stopping in on my way to buy haemorrhoid cream.

Today, I have all but one of these things.

Understanding the brutal necessity of lack.