“This way through night’s magic corridors where our beloved come back to us alive, right here and with no blood tax at the border.” —Hélène Cixous, Dream I Tell You "I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." —W. B. Yeats, 'The Cloths of Heaven' Picture it, a… Continue reading Hypomnêsis
I wrote these pieces in my second year of university in Brighton (2014). They were published (sort of) in the short fiction anthology that year. Last night someone told me I needed a reality check, and it made me miss this time a lot, which is ironic because at the time I was writing about… Continue reading October/Panther
It's a drizzly day in London when I go to see the Rauschenberg exhibition, which only makes it more surreal when I walk through the door and see Monogram (1955-59), a taxidermied Angora goat standing on a collage, in the middle of the room. The Combines form the first section of the exhibition, and are an affronting, energetic introduction… Continue reading Robert Rauschenberg at the Tate Modern
Letters for Rent 