The unreliable narrator has been busy. I’ve been taking my little notebook out into the world, writing down some of the ridiculous things my brain tries to convince me are facts, and photographing them wherever I happen to be. It’s a strange little exercise. Some of the notes are funny once they’re out of my…

I can feel a grey veil falling over my mind. It sounds lyrical and perhaps beautiful. Like a classical sculpture of a human, sat in a reflective pose, with the most delicate of carving of a veil over their head. Pretty words framing a upcoming miserable period as something aesthetic. Clearly it’s not. But it’s…