The Bones of Ten Years
There was a time, the bones of ten years really, when I posted every Sunday, without fail, come hail or hangover. A young man’s game.
View DetailsThere was a time, the bones of ten years really, when I posted every Sunday, without fail, come hail or hangover. A young man’s game.
View DetailsFestivals always feel like a reset to me. Like, I always feel different to how I felt before going. And that’s good.
View DetailsIt feels strange, ironic, human to be so uncomfortable with something that is inevitable. ut that’s how we go.
View DetailsI also love that I was gonna phone this post in because I didn’t think there was anything to say, to write, create.
View DetailsI can say firmly, yes, I was scared to post this one. Which hasn’t happened in a long time, which means it must be important.
View DetailsSix thoughts I had this morning that I felt I wanted to share. There is a whole world of things inside your head.
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