with Joanna Walsh
The last thing that made you smile
Something made me laugh my ass off very recently but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was.
For something to become a secret, it has to occur to you that you might not want to tell it to anyone. I don’t have anything which it has occurred to me that I don’t want to tell to anyone at the moment.
The last thing you wrote
Apart from emails etc:
- A list of stuff the builders have to do at the place I just moved to, written in chalk on a piece of cardboard.
- A street poem in Granada, Spain (someone paid me 10 Euros for it!).
- A letter to my correspondent as part of an epistolatory project we’re doing.
- Fragments of a new short story.
Your favourite city
Paris. (If I were living in Paris it would most likely be somewhere else.)
What you’d place in a time capsule
I don’t like artefacts.