A good journal entry- like a good song, or sketch, or photograph- ought to break up the habitual and life away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A...

I never played inside as a kid – even in the rain I’d go out.

It’s embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.

It was not,’ said Jutta, reaching the limits of her French, ‘very easy to be good then.