The drive out is what I remember -- it’s where I want to be now. Going through the gates, leaving the others, f inding my freedom; I’m sure they...
Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...
21 rules for life, or how to fit in, or how to just, you know, swallow the whole unpalatable thing whole (from the gab of a 43 y/o London-born loser)
Bit of a follow-up to: http://tinyurl.com/y5fgl3ot