I accidentally reached the point where who I am as a person is synonymous with being stressed, which was entirely unintentional and not the dazzling personality trait I'd hoped for. Maybe we all should have seen it coming when my Mother used to say I had frog fingers thanks to my bitten away nails making… Continue reading A Bell Jar of Stress and Trying to Leave it.
When I got home I was hollow. Cried out. Exhausted. I ended up outside in the dark, laying on the pavement, searching for the stars between porridge clouds. The stars have always been my safe place. One of my first memories is from back in 1999, my family had moved from the city to a… Continue reading Refocus.
When I was in school I knew a boy who believed in alternate universes. We had Materials and Design Tech together in year ten, and he'd often find his way to my work bench where he would sit and discuss his theories with me. Theory Boy believed that there could be an infinite number of… Continue reading Alternate Universes (I’m learning to live in this world)