Quiet armour rising

Archives can be a dangerous place. Riffling through perforated pages, laced with silverfish kisses, can be a treacherous trail past more years than you might care to remember. Huginn and Muninn can be unkind birds; ravens are not known for their tenderness or tact. Yet … Continue readingQuiet armour rising

Kasa

Stacked like green bamboo shoots, bound like jade columns. A moat of your favourite goma sauce, sweet and aromatic. Who knew spinach, blanched and chilled, could tease and titillate so? We are sitting at our favourite table, the one next to the large window where … Continue readingKasa

Kenn’s Ari

This is a space for quiet contemplation. The narrow windowsill that acts as a tabletop for my croissant and coffee. The morning light streaming in. Outside the waves of power cables intertwined like lovers in an orgy. A flash of creamy white and rufous red … Continue readingKenn’s Ari

Phumjai Crêpe

Further down Soi Ari 1, just before the rufous-hued Noble RE:D condominium, is the hole-in-the-wall crêperie that you (and later, I) have come to love and frequent. The sliding windows; the pair of flat, circular planchas; the tiny fan on the side to cool down … Continue readingPhumjai Crêpe