Laithe
The far barn was off limits; a mantra drummed into us from the day we moved in. No access to be had beyond the rotting stiles and snow weathered … Continue reading
August 28, 2017 · Leave a comment
Hotel. Birmingham 19.8.17 (03:17am: I Am Insomnia’s Bitch)
Sitting by the threadbare curtains, looking over the illuminated building works, from the fourth floor, waiting for something interesting to happen. Birmingham sleeps, but a drunken Mancunian does not. … Continue reading
August 19, 2017 · Leave a comment
Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)
The first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months. Be gentle, I;m still not awake. Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors) It’s 6:15 and … Continue reading
August 18, 2017 · Leave a comment
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