Southend-on-sea — I wrote the lines above yesterday morning, after a particularly bad night’s sleep. As I write this, I’m sitting on a train heading into London, to spend the night with friends in Kennington. Tomorrow ...
As I drifted to sleep last night, I wished my heart would just stop beating while I slept.
The perfect space is an elusive, ever-changing idea.
Skaters, shadows, and sunlight.
The morning sunlight after a storm is like no other.