‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’
We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
‘I fear that I will never find relief’
“There’s a certain sort of artifice in my work and the way I use light and scenes because my lighting creates a kind of dreamscape.”
You scribble on a piece of paper, pausing every two minutes to remember. Your memory isn’t what it used to be. But you try anyway.
Nobody knows, but I sometimes fantasise about what my partner’s childhood and teen years were like… I feel a great tenderness when I explore this town
I find the process of actually writing fiction to be like some sort of mysterious alchemy. You have a plan and then what actually comes out is completely different.
We are most expressive with our eyes, even more so when disoriented.
To celebrate International Women’s Day, we have collated eight of our most accessed posts by women.
make it prescient like fried curly hair
and bold image
warhol-bright so your eyes explode
in a glimpse of ba-ba-boom
Most of my life-years,
you were already dead. Even in our brief overlap
you were not known to me.
I swam in the Gulf of Thailand with you.
I held you, small as a kumquat, in my own dark, small sea.