Dan Kennedy

I am sitting on a mountain path. It is quite like Japan, a pine forest sloping off steeply to the left of the path and the flat ridge of the mountain just a little bit further up on the right. There are two concrete pillars on either end of the step, and we both have our backs against a pillar, about two metres apart. We both have kind of cup in front of us [...]

Perhaps I am on a long walk. The scenery is just like the Shikoku pilgrimage, empty lonely cold valleys with half-deserted little towns. In a town I am passing through, there is an Australian girl who has gone a bit off the rails, in society's eyes. She is drinking and going out a lot and generally ignoring social expectations of her [...]