‘Everything about that time of morning, from the way my eyes work, to the way my limbs move, is just so easy I don’t even consider it.’
Time passes differently in the still of the mind. Space and resonance shudder and reverberate and my head drops forward; … More
I am grown weary of stock images flashing and flitting across the dark and clear glass of my eye.
Graffiti strewn alley walls miss the fingers of hands, on stretched out arms, Just. Dark cobbles glint deep below heavy … More