30 September 2018 – The Day I Tell My Parents
Before intake Only parts of my mother’s house are still a shrine. Mostly I find little school photos, smaller than passport photos, tucked into the corners of photo frames around…
29 September 2018 – The day before
I’m at the nail place, the crappy one I swear I’ll never go to again but here I am. I tell her I don’t want any colour, that I’m going…
There was a time when all I wanted to do was speed everywhere
I fixed things I redecorated (still do a bit) I cooked I watched foreign movies – at the cinema! I made the bed every day (still do) I had friends…
Should I post this on Facebook? (Spoiler alert, I did)
I want to post on Facebook: Hey who wants to go out tonight? One last drink? Maybe 3 or 5? For old time’s sake. We’ll talk shit. I promise not…
I don’t know what this one’s about so stop asking
I lie in bed and work. I work harder alone. I can focus. Sometimes there are no other thoughts when I focus. Then you come home – for lunch, for…
There was this time. Not now, naturally.
I wore my dad’s wedding suit, all lovingly hand-stitched, on two major occasions: The first time was when i was 16, a school dressup, I went as a member of…