Monthly Archives: October 2014

By Jim Warner The space is a shell. Hollowed out of that intangible feel which makes a house a home. Occupied space. Everything is right where you left it when you went to work this morning. No vandals or looters. … Continue reading →

By Jim Warner You imagine that this may be what Pompeii felt like–if you were fully aware of Vesuvius. Or Bourbon Street before Katrina. Or The Factory when Madchester remembered its true British destiny as Manchester. Scale becomes irrelevant. The … Continue reading →

By Jim Warner Because the river was reaching flood levels and you were less than landlocked. Because you could smell the rain in late fall. Because the leaves were dying all around you. Because the sky was so blue and … Continue reading →