Waking up each morning, With a fuzzy brain. Feeling the pain of those Quetiapine pills. They help me sleep, But I feel dead inside....

Barabara, an American who Philippa met at the Benvenuto Club, has moved to Rapallo for a couple of months before returning to America...

We've finally managed to feel settled enough to go exploring a bit. Andy had to go to Pisa University to look at an installation of their...

Having spent several wet weekends in a row at home, we were determined that this weekend, rain or shine, we would go and visit somewhere....

This is the same day as the Monaco trip, but has much more detail. As for shifting narratives: that's literally my thing. I'm pretty...

We had decided that we would go and see 'the lakes'. There are several lakes north of Milan, that come down from the Alps. They are...

My sisters, Athena and Dee (Aphrodite), weren't able to come to Italy, but we had several relatives visit. My aunt Anne and my maternal...

Andrew Riddell was my father, and Portrait of a Knight is dedicated to him. We all wrote trip journals, and this was his journal of the...

Albenga was where the second ATKK office was, so my Dad visited there often. My memory of Albenga was that it had the best gelato of...

Well, when I was dealing with the fuzz (hippie word for police), or with the Prime Minister, the subterfuge made sense and I personally...

An email I sent to a friend from Christchurch who was also very brainy. Trimmed it, but kept the typos. Hi Nathaniel I'll start from my...

The flowers which lie on the grass where the trees which fly into the sky start here. The flowing lakes sit in the grass. The grass...

I sat typing on my screen, Knowing that they would read my anguished cries. Those wise greyhairs and ageing Gen Xers. Searching for the...

2230. The Sultan of Aotearoa is dying. In a world of catastrophic climate change, Aotearoa is the oasis. A beacon of humanity in an...

I thought of death As I lay dying, Trying desperately To cling to her. That vibrant ray of new hope: emerging then fading. In: the...

the mist rolled over the moors of the long white cloud, near the mouth of the fish, giving one a moment's pause. colonial symbols built...

Caliope liked to think of herself as a local, and in many respects she was, but she wasn't a New Zealand-born Chinese descended from the...

Speaking like machines, Seeking lies built from the old-fashioned binary. Building deepfake scenes, Saying the ends justify the means,...

Several years ago.... in the mists of time.... 'Kei te pēhea, Tim?' - Stella. A barista at Tim's favourite café.cafécafé 'Lousy. Got...

How is it that my instincts for music can be so good, And my instincts for everything else be so bad! Well, you don't look a gift horse...