grainy rainy sleepy days

snapshots: i. sitting here, in the awkward armchair that you have to wrangle your entire body into just to get comfortable, with hot cocoa & a big, drippy candle that shines like a saint’s aureole in a crivelli painting. the latter are wedged onto the outer rim of the small table that overflows with books,…

LIMBO

a string of celestially blue days. walked through the city at 2pm & it was silent but for the birds, a dream city. nothing about it felt real. it was like heaven in a renaissance painting, or the end of the world. the only human figures i saw were the mannequins in the window of…

um

flashing by to say -life is mad & sleep a precious commodity -yellow trees in the rain are one of the most beautiful things on earth -i love my dissertation & percy shelley -stephen king's 'on writing' doth SLAP -i spent all of yesterday writing a highly emotional 2k poem &... watching monty python &…

ch ch ch ch changes

SO: after a few straight months of trying-to-finish-my-novel, i am back in Weird Ould Norfolk, in rather fine fettle except from having the plague (freshers' flu finally got me, gang) & ready to try n get back into a posting routine again. HOWEVER. this is going to involve probably writing about anything & everything that…

im back babey // late july blues

18.07.2019 (adele voice) hello… it’s me… da da da da da da da da da i don’t know a whole lot of that song yes, yes, my absence has been lengthy as the mourning of a victorian spinster for her wealthy uncle, albeit a widely disliked one. second year has swept over me like a…

(after decimating my kingdom)

so, yesterday i went through this blog & locked about a hundred old posts, i.e most of my old spn stuff. i'd been holding off doing it because i'm still proud of the amount of time & effort i used to put into meta essays, even the ones that were completely batshit. but when i…

et in arcadia ego

pretentiousness rating: 3 barrels of oak-smoked decade-aged ennui. we're livin the dream. * hello! it's been a month! night's creeping in at the mo; i'm sitting by my window tryin to prop my eyes open long enough to write this. -somehow it is late september, & late september is a good time to be in…