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6. Nostalgia Is Not Memory Nostalgia is often mistaken for memory. This flatters nostalgia enormously. Memory is unstable, unreliable, and prone to decay. Nostalgia is selective, repetitive, and oddly resistant … Continue reading
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5. Notes From an Arrested Day Alexa tells me it’s morning. There is light poking through the edges of the blackout curtain. I suppose she is right, but this does … Continue reading
Haunted…
Well, the proof arrived and it looks bloody gorgeous … It’ll be in Amazon from May 4th.
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4. Hauntology, From the Inside Hauntology is often treated like an aesthetic choice. A fondness for analogue media. A vibe. A fondness for library music and decaying public information films, … Continue reading
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The Problem with Recovery Narratives Recovery narratives rely on good behaviour from time. This happened, then that happened, and eventually things improved. The story moves forward. The arc resolves. Everyone … Continue reading
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3. Living Without A Future Tense There are periods when the future doesn’t frighten you. You await, eager, excited and it simply fails to turn up. The future, to the … Continue reading
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2. Agoraphobia Is Not a Fear of Space Agoraphobia is commonly described as a fear of open spaces. This is convenient, memorable, and deeply misleading; sort of like saying a … Continue reading
A Glossary of Bad Time
Some help terms to make my new book -Haunted When the Minutes Drag – seem attractive (possibly) A few terms that look straightforward. Mundane, sometimes everyday terms that only bite … Continue reading
Lies, Damned Lies and Archives.
i The past is fragmented and falsified. Of course, this is nothing new. Archives have been doing this since the concept of archive was first mooted but if, as a … Continue reading
Weird and Eerie (1) – Last Train To London Dark – Part Two.
xiii. Rik Rack Recumbent On a bench outside the main gate of King’s Cross Station, I see a familiar face. Rik Rack has poured himself into a solid wooden bench … Continue reading
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