Tag Archives: Richard Fleming

1 We didn’t arrive until tomorrow. By then, it was already too late to avoid another rowdy tea party by the light of a Bunsen burner. Hot air balloons of free speech floated by overhead. I could hear the epileptic crooning of narcotic pilgrims in a borderline district.  A city of tents grew up overnight. […]

For many years now, traffic signals have been routinely ignored by the fellowship of bicycle messengers. It’s a carefully planned obsolescence with small souvenirs of happiness. Things have a tendency to disappear when you snap your fingers in a cross wind. The brains of the outfit come with no guarantees. I can’t predict the outcome […]