2017 in review

For me, 2017 was about transitions and realignment. I saw in the year with a friend in the Netherlands, in the afterglow of suburban fireworks, rambling through Muiderslot and dredging through my previous year’s social media exhaust, with daytrips out to Utrecht and Rotterdam. At the end of January, my housemates and I moved to

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2016 in review

(A little late, sure, but … as is the custom in these parts.) For me, 2016 came in three distinct lumps, not easily reconciled. The first block ran from January through mid-April. Having seen in the new year from the roof of a Jaipur apartment block, I returned to Gujarat for a second round of

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2015: The Year in Review

2015 was by turns gruelling and nourishing, and I feel like I’m leaving it as a palpably different person to the man who saw in the year with housemates and boardgames. Slightly late to the party this year, but here’s a run-down of some lingering fragments and mnemonic burrs. (As is the tradition.) A collective decision to ban

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2014: The Year in Review

Ten days in Gujarat, four days in Geneva, a week in the Peak District, a week in the Lake District, four days in Linz. Nights in London, Newcastle, Lancaster, Liverpool, Sheffield. Uttarayan in Ahmedabad; a sky thick with kites, ablaze with Chinese lanterns. African tourists at the Adalaj stepwell. Drinking whisky on the roof of a friend’s

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2013: The Year in Review

2013 was a chain of islands in a rough and inky sea. A gathering together of network-enabled weirdos: in a listed former town hall, an empty office block in Manchester, a Brighton coffee shop, a Dutch art gallery, on an East German fishing boat, at a synthetic biology conference at a London university. A four-thousand word essay on

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2010: Epilogue

So, that was 2010? Let’s see what we’ve got here. The feverish activity of the blue hours of deadline day. Adrenaline and nausea. Pillow-over-head; attempting to sleep through the hour of strained mechanical whirring as my ageing printer struggled with 50-odd pages of Masters thesis. Listening through the warm haze of Sunday night pintage, as

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