The Pianist

The Pianist

We got out of the car on Park Street, a steep hill in the centre of Bristol lined with shops from top to bottom. Park Street had shrunk since I was last there, which tends to happen when you spend considerable time away from a place you grew up visiting. What had been a mountain [...]

Telling the Future

Telling the Future

When it comes to predicting the future, most of what we read skews apocalyptic. If we somehow escape natural disaster then we’ll inevitably do the deed ourselves - whether it's nuclear war or wayward artificial intelligence. So the narrative goes. These predictions strike me as naive, not because they lack the serious consideration they deserve, [...]

The Sense of Home

The Sense of Home

My family recently moved out of the house I grew up in. When I first heard my mother was selling the house I was mortified. I couldn’t understand how she could she just pack up and move so easily away from a place with such history for our small family. But I quickly found myself [...]