Ricardo Blanco's Blog

The configuration of confusion

I came to consciousness the other morning from a waking dream in which I had woken (in my dream) into an unfamiliar world, surrounded by strangers in a kind of ante-room, with thick velvet curtains and a single… Read More

A confusing day

Choose a day of red weather; no, leave the weather out of it, let the day choose you.  You decide to walk to Bal Mawr, setting out from the five ways junction, by the grey telephone box, and… Read More