seanessay.com …The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there… L.P. Hartley, 1953 Hello from my London holiday! Do you and I have racism? You might reply, “Not-me!” I might reply, “Not exactly,” because certain justice warriors would say that every man, woman and child raised in North America has racism—regardless of their […]
Meeting a Man and His Dog in London
seanessay.com So there I was, in London under a dismal sky… trotting to catch the end of the walk signal, closing up behind a man with his leashed dog—and ya, I was judgmental over his lack of traffic punctuality: even though I was slow too. Once across, we had a block-long grassy park on our […]
Don’t Buy the Brooklyn Peace Bridge From the Kremlin
seanessay.comToday I will post a clip of a trumpet playing during Navalny’s funeral. This week we learned that Navalny, safely off in a penal colony, or so I thought, was killed by the Kremlin, using a toxin not found in Europe, never found there (because of diet) in any captive animal. We are talking of […]
Bouncing Through London at the Speed of Sight
How to travel? Don’t ask me, for if anything is individual, that would be traveling. Here is a composite (made up) conversation: I was amazed at the married couple who traveled and didn’t fight. “Back home,” they said, “we have all our expectations worked out. Traveling means new negotiations… and to our wonderment, we were […]
Jane’s Tears Forgotten Like Rain
seanessay.com When I awoke this morning Jane was alive. I took the subway to Leicester Square and walked down in a light rain past my favourite London alley, one that passed for Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter movies. I like how for we the living, amidst the grey, fantasy brightens things up. The “Diagon” […]