Afraid to find the voice.

The hole in a guitar is traditionally used to store soft cheeses and dried meats which are fed to the drummer when he does a good job

On the slab, out of town. Ex husband in a longline. Distorted clouds. Aeroplanes go by.

Long-term medication sucks.

Sage tea brings out the godmother. Seeing my person. Notebook stuffed with leaves. Weight of the dead. Let me touch you while we're healing.

Wrapped in carpet and covered in ash. Black dog in a private cubicle. 217/237. Trial of shit.

Move into a skulk and the context changes to a complex of concrete buildings. Dirt cheap wine, hairspray and torn fishnets. Voguing, chewing the cheek and two restless legs. Can you understand?

Just thought of a comeback 20 years late.

Love that.

Strange experiences could be seen as a personal, living and evolving Tarot deck.

The problem with cups of tea - they end.

Psyduck plush, Stephen King's The Shining paperback and an iced americano.

Don't mean to brag but I majored in depression.

Feeling a bit exposed and hospitally. A bit band-aidy, you know?

Day One edition of Silent Hill f with limited edition tin.

It's like my birthday all over again.

And a cheer-up ice cream at the beach.

Cy bought me a cheer-up book.

We Used To Live Here by Marcus Kliewer

Enjoyed this way more than I expected, actually. Very good. I'll be thinking about it for a while.

Bring back The OA

I'm 73 pages in, and characters have 'rounded a corner' approximately 64 times. The things you pick up on when you're an editor 😅

Keep thinking that soon I will get myself together enough to do great things.

I read Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke in one sitting yesterday. Today I'm starting We Used to Live Here.

In fact, I think this has given me the inspiration to pick an old project back up. Perhaps I can make something out of it after all.

Supplication by Nour Abi-Nakhoul.

I absolutely adored this. Even considering the ambiguity, I really don't understand why it gets such low ratings. Stunning prose, hallucinatory horror, internal trauma depiction with no notes.

Blastbeat Falafel

Supplication by Nour Abi-Nakhoul

Fingerprint by Michael L Sevy we had a dinette, the house was too small for a proper dining room, there was a painting on the wall, notable because artwork was minimal in the house, I was fascinated by this painting, it looked …

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Last of the sake. It's been a stressful day.

I'm being sold trauma therapy where you don't tell your therapist what the trauma is and you don't even think about it, you just blink really fast.