It has slipped behind the wardrobe sometime between the last move and the last argument, wedged in that thin strip of dust where objects go when they are not ready to be thrown away, but no longer wish to be seen. I am looking for nothing in particular — an excuse to delay answering an…
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The Holographer’s Atlas
Henk en Cees — Benidorm, winter ’89 By the time Henk and Cees arrived at the Sunset, I already had a name in town. La chica de los sombreros — the girl with the hats. It had started in Ibiza, with a purple one, and grown its own legend the way nicknames do when nobody…
The Memory Cartographer 