Peter MohanMy head hurts with the possibilities of it allThe city centre, with its grids and valleys and 10 and 12-storey stone buildings, perpendicular Gotham City, isn’t it? Once the fourth…Feb 21, 2018Feb 21, 2018
Peter MohanThou shalt buy thy roundI know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry.Feb 20, 2018Feb 20, 2018
Peter MohanSwimming on the pavementThere’s a fog in my head, a city of fog and shadows, of soupy mystery and smoky uncertainty, a holy blanket of introspection covering the…Feb 3, 2018Feb 3, 2018
Peter MohanThe pointless struggle against the pointlessness of everythingI stop walking, take the straps from my shoulders and put the backpack down. Power lines stretching overhead, a roundabout near a forest…Feb 3, 2018Feb 3, 2018
Peter MohanNo claret all over the shopA wheel trim lying face down in the dirt looks like a flying saucer. Imagine travelling all the way from outer space and crash landing…Dec 15, 2017Dec 15, 2017
Peter MohanHow coulda, Buddha?A Fiat pulls in up ahead and I grab my backpack and run towards it. At last, I think, with a bit of luck I might be in Lodz by this…Dec 11, 2017Dec 11, 2017
