Where are we going?
Everything written for this site can be read in any order.
Read any article at random.
It’ll lead somewhere.
If it makes sense, keep going.
If it almost makes sense, keep going.
If it doesn’t make sense at all, you’re exactly where you should be.
Keep going.
Or…If you want things to make sense quicker…
Things make a lot more sense when you start reading those first.
If you’re not sure why any of this matters, start here.
Or start here. This is closer to what it feels like.
If you’re wondering what this is, this is where it starts.
If you want to get somewhere in a hurry…
Just take your time when you get there.
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Read Everything
For those that don’t need categories: All essays, stories and ideas — in one place.
Regrets and window shopping
The city is the greatest place to be by yourself. Nobody takes any notice because in the rush of it all no one sees you. People flash by on the streets and no one will ever know if you are walking with a purpose or in a dreamy haze or if you're aimless or if you're lost.
Life is not a pop video
We all want to be a snapshot from a pop video, an advertisement for modern life, a statement, a frozen moment in time, to be defined in a single image. It is the casually cliché, so complete, three-minute bursts, flashes and blurs of all the best bits.
An Ode to Mark Wilson
The narrative within my family is that Mark brought me out of my shell and I brought him down to Earth. Sure, there was the occasional one wood to the eye or plastic airplane landing on my head, but those were the cuts and bruises of childhood.
All is Forgotten
By the time I go back inside all will be forgotten. No, really, all will be forgotten, completely
All the things I am supposed to want circa 1991
I lie because I don’t want Eric to know that you exist yet. Do you exist yet? If you’re unborn somewhere in my belly does it count?
Bicycle versus Automobile
It wasn’t an accident.
I just wanted to be hit by something.
Caitlin’s two sheets of A4
Dear unborn child of mine, If I could write it all down on two sides of A4 then I would.