The Road Vanishes

I have now seen this land and its creatures ridden down by the three horsemen of the apocalypse. I am not very inclined to wait for the fourth. But I am curious to know what would that be – what’s left really? Fire, smoke, hail, and biblical plague? Locusts? Zeus’ swords? It’s a pity that …

Hunting for Words

Writing about writing, in other words, some eccentric forms of meta-writing is an odd thing. The oddity takes various forms as the nature of what you must write on changes. These obscure assertions will not make great sense unless I confess that I have been forced to think about writing, more specifically translating, recently when …