“Every story tells of a ghost. At the end, the centre of a story is a Black Hole, but it isn’t black, and it isn’t dark. In the best case, it might gleam.” Judith Hermann, We Would Have Told Each Other Everything What I will say is this: spring always comes. That is not what… Continue reading Resort
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I am 29 and the world is at my feet
I have to start writing again, not because I've been wasting time finding other things to do but more because I've found new sanctity in time. I used to scoff at people who lamented the brevity of things as though they were greedy for wanting more than their share. Now I am hungry for everything… Continue reading I am 29 and the world is at my feet
Golden hour
I wish I was someone else, Someone good. I found a note on my phone that read: But there’s nothing there! There’s nothing here for me or anyone else. I can’t believe I’ve attached so much to stale tobacco on an armchair or not texting back. I don’t want to see something beautiful mowed down… Continue reading Golden hour
Stead
I’ve thought from time to time that if I were someone else, I could find things in me to love. But I’m myself and I’ve never felt quite right with the idea of living on that plane. If I ever do build a home for myself it won’t be built out of reckless self-love, it’ll… Continue reading Stead
Wild Swimming
I sat down to write this and then I remembered that a month or so ago I recommended Sebald’s Rings of Saturn to someone having never actually read it. I now feel like a gargoyle and remember the conversation I had earlier about imposter syndrome. A bit pseudo for me. It makes me tired to… Continue reading Wild Swimming
On living the dream
It's been two years since I started documenting my job hunt and my life at home, desperately trying to become a writer in London. The gag is I actually became a writer in London. Granted, I'm making a living writing about the legal industry — something which (and I'm not scared of my boss reading… Continue reading On living the dream
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Hypomnêsis
“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
April Foolishness
This past week I've been on work experience at an advertising firm in London. And I've been doing a really good job! I got off to a sniffly start on account of getting a cold at the worst possible moment and felt very Emily Blunt in The Devil Wears Prada only with less Valentino and… Continue reading April Foolishness
Letters for Rent 