I wasn't expecting visitors anytime soon I looked through the peep hole and saw something familiar. Head facing down, Stumbling with your keys, you pierced it into the lock and turned it. It didn't budge and you wondered why. I was waiting on the other side for it to open. For me to see your... Continue Reading →
I see you, On the pathway around 10 meters away. You catch my gaze and I look away, Look down, look anywhere else. But your eyes stay, why do they stay? Cemented, I can feel it intrude my insecurities. Your sight traces my temple, from my eyes, to my nose, the straight line of my... Continue Reading →
Out of these collections, the one that struck me the most and left my mind tingling, was the Spring 1988, “Burka”, still spoken about today, roughly, 18 years later. The most thought-provoking, intriguing collection, minimum in look but maximum in thought.
“You are what you love, not who loves you.” Tell yourself this six times a day until you realise it's utter bullshit. Its a facade, a mirage created for you. A collection of words by someone who hasn’t felt what you have felt.
Of Monsters and Messy heads 