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Even in therapy, I think, I couldn’t be honest. For months I’d talk around the issue. The immediate is harrowing, impossible, and my ability to interpret, to express that is lacking. At times, it feels like I can only communicate … Continue reading →

It comes from within. A feeling. Something unsettling, lying there, lurking just beneath the surface. With time, with all this fucking time, it seems to become a neutral state, and so you try to accept. It can feel like this … Continue reading →

Remember me? Let’s break down barriers, forget ourselves, slip into a non-specific emptiness of ego-less aught. What is left? What trace, what stain remains upon the ground we have traversed? “Remember me?” asks WordPress as I sign in again. Remember … Continue reading →

Degradation. Decay. The slow and inexorable loss of meaning. It’s all just slipping away, breaking down, collapsing into senseless noise. Vision disrupted, blurred, indistinct – a haze of static clouding your memory. Events, order, that passage of time, your own … Continue reading →

You sit at the pub, with friends, like a real person, like real people do, but the sky won’t let you stop. It starts to ignite, vividly unsettling whatever peace you had hoped for.

I’m in a wine shop, not my own, helping out, being managerial, questions about whisky, I end up purchasing several bottles of bourbon. For a moment, the bar in a hotel I’ve visited several times in the past. Drinking whisky, … Continue reading →

In April last year I travelled to Weymouth. This was a momentous occasion for me, you see, it had been over three years since I had enjoyed a solitary break, a journey to the seaside on my own. It was … Continue reading →

Does it begin here or does it end? Is this building coming apart, vanishing from memory, or only just taking shape? Has it come to a halt, or is this just a break? Time’s always slipping away from us. Do … Continue reading →

Thankfully, I no longer have the notebook. Left in a bag, lost on a train. Would I want to read what I’d scribbled, starved, drunk, alone in a hotel room, by the sea? It’s always the same. But isn’t that … Continue reading →

At first you’re excited, thrilled by the new piece you’re working on. Then you get bored. Then you get distracted, something more exciting comes along, or you’re busy at work (far too busy at work), perhaps mental illness snatches away … Continue reading →