A few weeks ago, a friend invited me to the cinema. I thought about it but then I remembered it was chucking it down with rain, and that I’m generally pretty broke at the minute. Saying that, my only other... Continue Reading →
Our obsession with dreams is ancient. They are like water. Unsurprisingly fragile and yet indescribably deep. Our obsession drives us. To internalise our fascination until dreaming becomes part of who we are. It all goes full circle. Our inner machinations,... Continue Reading →
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