I am a terrible cliche. I sit in my local coffee shop with my laptop – until recently, the dreaded Macbook – in my black polo necked shirt, sipping cappuccino … Continue reading
i. Weasel A weasel in a shiny suit, all slavering chops and malintent, insinuates that the only way to progress is through sordid impropriety ii. Yummy She does her best … Continue reading
April 17th After showering, I walk back to the kitchen stopping in the greenhouse to pick some tarragon for my scrambled eggs. Bit poncey, but why the hell not. That … Continue reading
I think I’ll try hydroponics. It will mean opening up the science labs and they are pretty difficult to defend, but I’m sure I can work something out. I should … Continue reading
No eyes to see you. No hands to reach for your aid. I feel the disdain Growing in you; begrudging even the smallest of drops.