The Children’s Party Scene: what is life?  

Where has Aims gone? She's been gone ages. The awkward silence is now deafening, but I smile politely at the stranger I'm having the rapidly drying out conversation with. A feral looking child runs past, covered in chocolate. I want chocolate. Would it be wrong if I ask a stranger to hold this baby so... Continue Reading →

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Being so tired you’re worried you might die. 

I had insomnia in my mid twenties, and that's the actual, clinical, real life Edward Norton in fight club insomnia, not the kind where people just update their Facebook status because they're up past 2am on a Tuesday-insomnia, big difference. A combination of bad life choices regarding money and women, coupled with a crushing realisation... Continue Reading →

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