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A new year with old novels, cinema tears, a slow amoeba
This was the first New Year I’ve passed alone in my life.
Jan 12
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I walked around naked or felt like people could see through my clothes. No matter how much I layered up, I was shivering. A friend said it was my…
Dec 19, 2025
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New tricks
Invigilating my friend’s art space a couple of weekends back, I was passing the time reading a novel, when a man with a shopping bag (for life…
Dec 16, 2025
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A bright blue swimming pool
Reflections, intentions
Dec 4, 2025
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Dead Butterfly Dream
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Yesterday in London
Someone had chalked on the street It took a lot of pain to be this soft.
Nov 15, 2025
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Pale light after dark
It’s been a difficult few weeks.
Oct 22, 2025
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It’s been a week or two of tears, dribbling into the phone.
Oct 8, 2025
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