Category Archives: past
Me when I’ve been elsewhere
The first holiday I can remember was to a tiny beach town called Robe in South Australia. I think I must have been around eight years old – Mum and Dad had booked this holiday house for a week or … Continue reading
Liberty.
Let your mind go and (maybe) your body will follow. Lose yourself in your head, in your heart. (in your dreams). Stop thinking enough to let new thoughts come. And maybe, when you pick up a pen, your hand will … Continue reading
A picture I can’t see clearly
Sometimes when I think of my future, I see a picture. It’s a picture of a house, but not really a whole house, more the sense of a house. Like when I’m walking down a street at night, I can’t … Continue reading
