Time

Through the window of his fare pinex [modest Polynesian house], you could see the beautiful Mareva, his older sister. She was a year older than us and it had not escaped us that her nascent titis…

For more than ten years, Julian Assange could have hoped that the democracies, on which his fate depended, would put an end to the disgraceful treatment he suffered. It has not happened. Sweden,…

He watches Leone out of the corner of his eye as she receives the love note. She reads it then writes something on it and sends it back. Julien, with beating heart, unfolds and reads the message...

A poem by my friend Efraima Hunter which talks about the time we would like to stop but which flows inexorably like sand through our fingers.

Whatever he does, Julien feels like it's not good enough. This anxiety always manifests itself when he is with people. He's fine, and suddenly there it is.