Essays, fictions, and parables from the MayaLucIA project — where the process of building becomes the subject of the writing.
The Pass Notebook
Prefatory Note on Monsoon Terminii In the Western Himalaya there are places where the monsoon ends. Not gradually — not a thinning of cloud, a slow drying of the air, a gentle transition from green to brown across a hundred kilometres. The monsoon ends at a wall. The wall is a ridge, and on one side of the ridge the rain falls and on the other side it does not, and the distance between the two conditions is the width of the ridge itself — a hundred metres of rock and ice and prayer flags, the last moisture wrung from the clouds on the windward face, the leeward face already dry, already Spiti, already Tibet in everything but name. ...