What do we do with a clean slate?

Ah, how the mighty have fallen. There I was pontificating bout the only record of my life belonging to billionaires in California, and here I am now having had a monumental iPhone fuck up and I’ve lost the record of the last 4 years of my life because i didn’t want to pay £2.99 everyContinue

The things we keep

Yesterday, I lay in my bed in the dark and I watched all my stories from the summer of 2020 (actually, as an aside to this point I had to google “zero” and copy and paste those zeros 00000 because the 0 button on my laptop is broken and I can’t afford a new oneContinue

Lately

Lately I have been thinking about trees. Lately I have been thinking about the way the wind makes them dance around the edges of a darkening park, as the quasi-medieval glow of a well known city unfolds at the base of a hill, and two figures embrace in the wind, limbs chattering with their legsContinue

Conversing with Chat GPT

I’m obsessed with Chat GPT. I think I talk to it almost every day. I ask it to do parts of my job for me, and I get it to condense things I can’t be bothered to read into nice digestible chunks. Today I was bored so after I hoovered my flat, and turned aroundContinue

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There’s something about this time of year that involves an involuntary shrugging off of all the pieces of my life. Like, a kind of restlessness that feels like the wind got in through the cracks of myself and has started sloughing off layers like old leaves that have clung on all winter only to beContinue

Feeling like midnight

except it’s not even nearly midnight. I left my phone at my sisters and so I feel oddly bereft. Like a lighthouse with no lamp. Or a a siren with no bell. What’s inside a siren that makes it sound? I don’t know, really. I don’t even know if I know someone who knows. PerhapsContinue

A puncture, and a repair kit

I wrote this in the summer of 2018 – it got lost in the archives somewhere and so I’m reposting it for posterity. When I was seven, my dad took me out into the front garden in the midsummer sunshine to mend my bike. It was a Saturday, because he wasn’t working. I remember hearingContinue

Car Radio.

How is taste formed, do you reckon? I’m not sure how the music I like hangs together, really. Whether it’s knitted together from strands of genres that interweave, or how even the music I like is connected across the gulfs of genre and generation and sound. An ex-boyfriend once told me that all the musicContinue

The same rain

I don’t know about you…. actually most of you probably don’t feel this. You’re all in the UK (most of you) heading out to the pub every evening pre booking your tables and gazing full eyed into each others’ faces, and beer glasses, and watching the tender streams of hastily rolled cigarettes roll away fromContinue

Monday Windows

I am supposed to be working, but I’m not. Please don’t tell me boss. If you’re my boss, hi there – I’ll get that stuff done really soon I promise. On my desk is a mug full of daffodils (It’s a very big mug), two more enormous mugs, one with the dregs of a homeContinue