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

Two kites at the Tesco Garage.

I don’t know if you do this too, but in my head, I self-mythologise so much that I make an arthouse indie film out of everything I do in my head. I’m not always the protagonist of this movie, I can’t be, really, because I’m not in any of the shots, but I almost alwaysContinue

Dalmation tune

Have you heard Tea for the Tillerman? It always comes into my head unbidden at strange little moments, so that when I listen to it I feel like I’m in all those places at once. It’s only a minute long. Well, a minute and one second. A dalmatian tune. 1:01. But I’m everywhere in it.Continue

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Anarchopenguins Well – what are you doing? Not very much. I’ve been lying on the carpet for 45 minutes. The sun square came and went. I opened a book for 7 minutes. I listened to the radio for half that time. I made a tea. Sipped it. Forgot it. Microwaved it. Forgot it again. TippedContinue

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… an interesting question. This time last year I was resurfacing from a pretty deep depression. I know this because I remember, but I was reminded of it because my Instagram archive decided to display some choice pieces of last spring for me to look at. Most of my content last year was me waxingContinue

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Divine moments of friendship Just now I accidentally barged in on a friends meet up in the Houseparty app. She’d sent me a link to be her friend on it and like some fucking boomer I was fidgeting around clicking buttons and SUDDENLY there I was in their little hangout. Embarrassing. I wanted the digitalContinue

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Night Mail I’m a letter writer. I write letters when I’m angry, or sad, or overjoyed, to the person who is the source of this emotion. I never send them. I wrote a letter about Rodin’s the Kiss to a boy I’d kissed some time ago, but I lost it when my computer caught aContinue

Brexit Blues

I feel like the child of a broken home today. The divorce of my country from the EU has left me feeling like a usurper in my current country of residence (France) this morning, and I can’t shake my feelings of sadness and regret that this day has finally come. But the rhetoric that BorisContinue

Pebbles and Becoming

Pebbles are transient things. Always caught in the half mess of becoming, between mountain and dust. Always in the process of being carried somewhere by tides or inquisitive hands or brimming pockets or sandy buckets. Things of all four elements, caught by fleeting sunbeams as they play on the horizon line of ocean, heaven beamsContinue