The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
A monologue by the personified dream
Note to self
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Matter born of mind is never strictly unnatural
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Humanising the other is important in city life. Who is next to you on the train? Written from the Central line carriage, The Locker Room asks ‘what builds the social and cultural dynamic of the place you live in?’
Deciphering the heart: distinguishing between fairytales and futures.
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
An indulgent slur of exasperated egoism and every day self-inflation/deflation which I will probably edit forever