One of my most vivid childhood memories is locking myself in a room with books, a lot of books, especially the encyclopaedias. I have been looking for every clue ever written on paper about the internal philosophical maze that has both amused and eaten me alive since I was conscious of my existence. Silence has … Continue reading Entitlement

Business of imagination

Oxford, England We strolled around town, museums and colleges looking like castles. Alan, in his navy┬ásuits, ran after some kids and indeed made one cry. I laughed mischievously while comforting their poor mothers. Everyone on the street stared at us and somewhat envied our carelessness. There were days when Alan sat with the chief officers … Continue reading Business of imagination