I don’t know how other to start this post than with the line: I went for a drink with a woman once. It wasn’t by definition a date, and I’m not entirely sure that we knew each other well enough at the time to even qualify as friends, but we went for a drink and,… Read More Answering the Question, Fourteen Months Late (On toe and My Favourite Song)
I sit down in front of my computer today and realise that for the first time in a few months I have no pressing engagements to attend to. It’s a nice feeling after a busy (but enjoyable) summer. A couple of holidays, some solo travelling, and an intensive month long teaching course just to balance… Read More On Trying Something New
“America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can’t stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war?” – Allen Ginsberg, 1956 This time last year, I had been living in Columbus, Georgia for four weeks. I was travelling as a student… Read More 1,000 words for America, from a quiet English city on a Wednesday night.
Bit of a weird one, about the notion of fear and how I managed to relate it to trampolining. … Read More Fear and Floating in (Chichester) Las Vegas
I turned twenty-two yesterday. I heard Taylor Swift’s hit song 22 probably more than twenty-two times yesterday. Probably twenty-three Turning twenty-two means that it’s been twelve years since I owned my first iPod. At ten, to celebrate moving into double-digits, my parents bought me an iPod Mini, in bright blue. I think they bought it… Read More On the Importance of the iPod, Over the Years
Another thought piece, this time pondering positivity and what it means going forwards.
To potential endings and new beginnings.… Read More On Positivity, Poetry, and the Future
I love long train rides. I love being able to just sit beside a window and watch the world pass me by, catching glimpses of life in motion while staying static in coach. I love throwing on City and Colour, or Because Of The Times and drifting in and out of some kind of presence,… Read More On Memory: Thoughts On A Train, Travelling to Seattle