by Emil Rem | May 15, 2025 | Analects
“To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour.” William Blake Auguries of Innocence My favourite place to visit is… my dentist’s surgery. I’m lying prone on my back on a flat bed, the...
by Emil Rem | May 8, 2025 | Analects
It was a sad day when Hamid returned from his holiday in Morocco. He brought me a present: a very expensive-looking, soft-leather mini satchel. “I’m so tired of seeing you use plastic bags to carry your diary. I brought you this.” “But Hamid, I’ve used plastic bags...
by Emil Rem | May 1, 2025 | Analects
As a budding author, each week I have to withstand the ordeal of an interview. In over a hundred of them, the same question crops up time and time again. It may come at the beginning of an interview or insert itself at the end. It is as certain to come as death and...
by Emil Rem | Apr 24, 2025 | Analects
Each summer, the first day of our family visit to London was always a stroll through Piccadilly with Alex. Laura and Chris, uneasy travellers by plane, were shaking off their jet lag in our hotel room. Across the broad boulevard, facing Green Park tube station, stood...
by Emil Rem | Apr 17, 2025 | Analects
Standing in line at our local Safeway checkout, I observed the most beautiful woman. She must have been sixty, yet age had not withered her. Glancing away so as not to seem obvious, I turned my head back towards her—and became paralysed with shock. It was Laura, my...
