The man who never left

The greatest journey is the one we take in accepting that all our movements, grand or small, are just elaborate preparations for the moment we must stop moving altogether.I chose to begin with stillness

The weathervane

Each broken thing was a story interrupted, waiting for someone patient enough to hear its ending.

The great "want" audit

You can't shop for authenticity at Whole Foods, and you can't download it from the App Store

Painted in glass and time

The colours of Murano told their stories most eloquently along the water. The reflections in the water below created perfect mirror images, broken only by the gentle wake of passing boats.

Into the delicious gloom

Through the leaded windows of Cotswald's cottages, I saw warm lights flicker on, one by one, like fireflies waking at dusk. The light spilt onto the rain-slicked cobblestones, creating pools of gold that mirrored the sky's own tears.

Pienza: Where time drips like honey and the cheese tell stories

The pecorino, aged in walnut leaves, smelled like the earth after rain. "Signore," he said, pressing a small wedge toward me, "questo è il sapore di Pienza." This is the taste of Pienza.

Whispering with my ink

This is the writer's task: to make sense of the senseless, to find order in disorder, to create something eternal from the ephemeral.

Wisdom was paved in the criticisms I feared

This iterative process of testing and adjusting your ideas isn’t a betrayal. It’s a process of refinement, discarding what no longer works and embracing a better version of the truth.

Life is a Rorschach test

Reality is like a Rorschach test. The irony of its realism is revealed only through perception.

What is your calling

Your calling is not waiting to be found. It's waiting to be recognised.A forest doesn't grow overnight. Neither does a sense of purpose. Be patient with yourself.

Why Moneyball is creating the age of average

This fixation on metrics in cultural spheres is creating a world where everything is optimised but nothing is truly brilliant

Effort is like Schrodinger's cat

The student burning the midnight oil, the entrepreneur weathering another setback, the artist facing a blank canvas - their efforts are simultaneously fruitful and futile until the moment of reckoning