Dear L, Most of us aren’t able to grasp the scale of space — even the distances associated with our planetary neighbours is incredibly hard to wrap our head around. Statements starting with “if a grain of sand is planet Earth…” do little more than getting forwarded around on Twitter.…
Dear L, Over the last decade, Minecraft — a video game — has accumulated a massive following, almost elevating itself to an iconic artefact of pop culture. But it never really appealed to me. The idea of mining a virtual landscape for literal blocks, only to put them in back specific configuration…
Dear L, It took me a long time to learn how to complain or comment about the weather. I have figured out that the subject of weather is something that can start pretty much every conversation like a leader-sequence on an mRNA — especially on the Western Longitudes I occupy these…
Dear L, There was a time when a McDonald's burger was good enough for me. One would be hard-pressed to convince me there could be a better burger. And then I ate a better one — a much better one. It was a burger chain in San Francisco, called…
Dear L, A few weeks ago, a motor home appeared next to my apartment building. It looked like it has been in disarray for months. I didn’t think of it much, until I noticed the man who owned it; Lean, in his late sixties, rocking an old-timey rugged moustache.…