Author Archives: matt
A new beginning. And… I can’t begin to make sense of the passage of time. It feels like I’ve forgotten something. Here, lie the words of another. Perhaps it’s time we try again.
“What do you think triggered it?” I am asked, repeatedly. “What do you think was the cause?” I’ve spent years asking myself the same question. Years in therapy, examining the routes and structures of my psyche, fruitlessly digging for some … Continue reading
It’s too soon. Too soon to express, to spill my contents. We’re not there yet. Wounds still open, I have no perspective, no real sense of what this has cost. I can only theorise, make some wild guess at what … Continue reading
In my dreams I am wild. Lost. Stumbling through the city at night, unhinged, unattached. There is something missing I cannot find. Torn between base desires and the knowledge that for whatever wrongs I have endured, I am still this … Continue reading
I wander the town, terrified to eat, confused, lost, unhappy. Wouldn’t it be nice to be someone else? Isn’t this the reason we welcome others into our lives? So that, for a time, in their presence we might be someone … Continue reading
I am little but eye here – watching the human being before me.
I long for repetition. Let me retrace my steps. The past is corrupted. I must start again.
Isn’t it always the case that the best of my writing occurs in some strange place between layers of reality, a nowhere hidden beneath the various lives I feign. Analysis and description of phrases uttered, words written and thoughts lost. … Continue reading
It has taken me an hour to write up five hundred words of shit I’d compiled, extracted, during a frenzied, drunken night in a hotel room in Ramsgate several months ago. Sometimes I am ill-suited to write. The person… no. … Continue reading
Sisters on a beach, beneath the setting sun. What more could you say?