The Mouse and I

On the bed my fear is evolved by the idea of certain death. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour through everything I had ever done. I can’t think of enough things to keep up with it, and there’s too much on it to stop. The night before is a blur.

On A Swing in a Dark Park

You know what I have just done? I sat on a swing, in a park. Yes I was in a park at four in the morning sitting on a swing because that is where I felt comfortable. And you know what? Children normally play in this park… the sounds of young, happy and active voices… Continue reading On A Swing in a Dark Park

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