We don't get many visitors round these parts. We don't take kindly to 'em either. It's not so much that this is a one-horse town, we just got our own ways of doing things and we don't like 'em changing. It's harder now than it used to be. People always tryin'a build railroad tracks 'tween us and... Continue Reading →
I don't hear things like you do. I hear them in colours. It doesn't quite translate the way you think. White noise tends to be a little pink. Finding white noise that is purely white is as difficult as finding untouched snow in a playground. There's too much going on these days- too many radio frequencies, too... Continue Reading →
A stack of photographs lie on the floor. I pick one up. A girl. She is smiling and she is happy. There is laughter in her eyes. She is loud and bold. She is bright and colourful. Vibrant. She is me, but I hardly recognise her. She is me. Before. I pick up the next... Continue Reading →
We stood at the entrance to the Forest at the End of the World. The trees were impossibly tall and thick, but there was a clear path trodden through it. Exotic plants covered the forest floor in an array of colours unlike anything I had ever seen. It smelt different to other forests too and nothing like... Continue Reading →
