Oh, razorblade. Nice. Should be a doddle this week. Sure I’ll just knock this out quickly and go get something to eat. …. Look, you’ve been staring at this picture for an hour. What have you written? Something! You’ve deleted it again. …wasn’t very good….
It feels like every time i go out in the sun I get burned. Everytime I reach out, bare my skin and expose myself to the harsh rays of the world, its only a fleeting moment of warmth and light before pain, searing and scorching,
I remember when all this was offices. Great, imposing buildings full of people sweltering in the heat because just copying designs that work in London or Paris aren’t too much use here. But they certainly served their main purpose, that of being great slabs of
Denial It’s too early for the alarm and it’s too early for the kids to be moving. It’s too early to be getting out bed into the cold air, and the floor is too cold and it’s like being a teenager again and I want
We all know the watcher. His shadow stretches across the waterways of the marshes, a blessing, a warning and a curse. Many say that he is different to each of us, according to our souls, but the older men say that he can be all
I’ve grown accustomed to the silent around the flat in such a short time. I’ve become used to my own pace. At first the empty space in the bed beside me lay like an open wound, but soon I was closing it up with outstretched
Sometimes I just go into the spare room and watch my shirts dry. It’s pretty relaxing, in a way, a sort of zen experience, i guess, or at least the sort of experience that the TV tells you is a zen one. Just watching the