It's Hardly Surprising That The Corporate Aliens

Sense Of Place Is The Sixth Sense, An Internal Compass And Map Made By Memory And Spatial Perception Together.

When I Think About, Say, 1995, Or Whever The Last Moment Was Before Most Of Us Were On The Internet And Had Mobile Phones, It Seems Like A Hundred Years Ago. ... Time Passed In Fairly Large Units, Or At Least Not In Milliseconds And Constant Updates. A Few Hours Wasn't Such A Long Time To Go Between Moments Of Contact With Your Work, Your People Or Your Trivia.

No One Is Born A Writer; Literacy Is A Peculiar Mode Of Being, But I Was All About Stories From A Very Early Age, Before Reading.

Italian Cities Have Long Been Held Up As Ideals, Not Least By New Yorkers And Londoners Enthralled By The Ways Their Architecture Gives Beauty And Meaning To Everyday Acts.

Time Itself Is Our Tragedy And Most Of Us Are Fighting Some Kind Of War Against It.