Category Peripheral Vision

Up here, the shouting fades. Below, the deckhands brawl over semantics and empty barrels. But from the rigging, the shape of things comes into focus — slow collapse, fast delusion, and the absurd elegance of it all.

This is where I map the mess from altitude. Big arcs. Broken patterns. Unwelcome truths seen before impact. No rah-rah optimism, no collapse-porn doomerism. Just the sharp wind, a good scope, and the knowledge that sometimes the best you can do is spot the rocks early and yell loud enough for someone below to hear.

Leapfrogging – LNG for Africa

Many African countries are oil producers but they are also beset by frequent power outages. At the same time, they flare Natural Gas in huge volumes. Infrastructure to bring that gas to power plants and then further distribute electricity is…

Lessons from Shtokman

While the world was having a beauty sleep, an earth-moving event sent ripples through the Barents Sea – and made the infantile dreams of the classical energy monopolist in Europe (trust me – they are still an abundant species but…