Being Lonely
by Hazel Anna Rogers I have felt very alone of late. These years have been tumultuous — both personally and on a global scale — and there is something unsettling […]
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Murakami’s Norwegian Wood: Death, Winter, and Love
by Hazel Anna Rogers I first read Haruki Murakami’s ‘Norwegian Wood’ when I was 17, in my first relationship. As it happened, it was my first foray into Japanese literature, […]
Happy Anniversary to J.R.R. and Edith Tolkien
Here at the blog we celebrate some dates and anniversaries in our quirky way. The seasons, DNA Day, Bitcoin Pizza Day, Bitcoin’s Birthday, and in today’s post the anniversary of […]
Writing In Winter
by Hazel Anna Rogers It is snowing outside today, a rare sight on the south coast of the UK. Rarer still would be for the snow to settle and stay, […]
Psychogeography: Maps, Borders, Paradise
by Hazel Anna Rogers When I was young and being driven somewhere or other, I would always notice and ponder the physical space between signs indicating where we were arriving […]
On the Wonders of Classical Music
by Hazel Anna Rogers I have always listened to classical music, though perhaps that’s rather too vague a term for all of the wonderful varieties of music the name “classical” […]
How I fell in Love With Winter
by Hazel Anna Rogers I was always a “summer” person, as it were, despite my tendency to overheat and get exceptionally sweaty the minute the weather went above 17 […]
Reveries of Starvation – Proust, Melville & Donuts
by Hazel Anna Rogers I spent a large part of my teenage to early adult life starving myself, to various degrees. My memory around these five or six years is […]
Neurosis in Santorini
by Hazel Anna RodgersI think in the past I had quite a stressed personality, quite erratic and meticulous without much room for spontaneity within my rigid regime. I still enjoy […]
Look to the Skies – The Enduring Connection of Bird to Human
by Hazel Anna Rogers When I was younger, my family and I would drive around eighteen hours every summer to the south of France to meet with my mother’s family. […]