Monthly Archives: October 2015

Surviving All-Nighters, Uni 101

You know that feeling when you’re in the eye of the storm that is a full-on meltdown, when your cheeks have become raw from clawing at your own face while moaning incoherently? Only a playlist entitled ‘True Despair’ will be able to reach you where you lie, shaking, at the bottom of the emotional equivalent of a k-hole.

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Guardian Short Story Competition

“…I wondered who he had just left behind in the prison, who was so hard to say goodbye to, and could not bring myself to ask him to leave. I let the clock tick past closing time, past my bedtime, past the two of us sitting half in silence, half in sorrow, until my head started to droop on the bar…”

A Visual Diary from New Orleans

We dropped out of America and landed in a sea of flying beads and semi-nudity. New Orleans was like no place on earth and nowhere does Mardi Gras like New Orleanians…

Midnight Train To Georgia

I never wanted the journey to end but I would lean eagerly forward into the horizon, feeling somehow nostalgic for a future which lingered just beyond those Christmas tree buildings as they swung into view. I loved the sight of that city at night.

The Act of Saying I

“In many ways writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind” – Joan Didion I decided that I would introduce myself by telling you about this book that just dropped through my letter box. Astragal by Albertine Sarrazin. Its a book […]