Time. Timetimetimetimetime. Where does it all go? Nowhere, you’re the one going places. I’ve been off on many tangents lately. Flittering about through fiction, illustration, leopard geckos and past traumas. And I keep coming back to the issue that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day to fully indulge myself in the explorations I… Read More »Flight.
I don’t actually. It’s just that I once had a travel blog, and I decided, because I don’t like coming up with titles, that the titles would just all be song names, and as I was thinking about this blog post, it reminded me of this song title, and so now that is the title.… Read More »I believe in action
Well I do have plenty of those. The parts things slip through. Blind spots. Oversights. Areas of complacency. But sometimes I can stare at a crack all day and not get any closer to figuring out how to fix it. Points of friction. Dust collectors. Bad fucking luck. That’s why we avoid them after all.… Read More »Wordgame: Cracks
I like to believe that a truth isn’t a truth if it can’t be understood multiple ways and still be true. If you can’t do that with it; if you can’t twist it and shrink it and stretch it and look through it the other way, then you haven’t yet reached the truth; you still… Read More »Wordgame: Armageddon
Fucking trust me to add something like ‘serum’ to my word game. Fuck knows what else I have lying in wait to shoehorn into relevance. When it comes to skincare, I like serums. High concentration, minimal residue. For many years I had no skincare routine at all – I didn’t even wash my face –… Read More »Wordgame: Serum
When I sold my old Golf to a breaker for fifty quid, we met at a junction in the middle of nowhere, and he drove it away illegally through the narrow Welsh backroads. It all felt terribly sudden. I got a message half an hour later saying ‘I have no idea why but I absolutely… Read More »Rust bucket