I stopped near the end of my loop. By which I mean: I didn’t stop walking, but I stopped unpacking the present. For a brief yet significant moment, I existed in the past. And in that brief moment, there were twenty years.
I want to break up the stream of essay-style posts and pursue a more creative approach to blogging- be it in the form of lists or prose poems or whatever. … Continue reading 15 Things I Miss From My Childhood
I was at work the other day when I was suddenly struck by a shift in conversation between two of my colleagues. One of them had recently moved house, and … Continue reading Rough Books