To Be Grown Youth is not a time but a tempest: the peacock’s teal the acid of sun dirty fingernails pulse eyes ache youth is now. When your feet are raw with rust and reel, your eyes droop with the weight of youth, the crimson of you has run out of hurry, You will look […]
MoreCurrently , Charlie and I are sat in a cafe somewhere in the suburbs of Danang, Vietnam. We are the sole customers, and ten minutes ago the girl working here came to give us a free cup of tea, then resumed slouching over her phone screen watching Youtube. Not really sure what to do now, […]
MoreAs much as we would like to do as advised by the many memes on Facebook that tell us to move on from whatever darkness lurks in our past, it is (needless to say) a lot easier said than done. We often try to convince ourselves that we have in fact discarded whatever low life […]
MoreAbout a year ago in my creative writing class, we were asked our opinion on why people do nice things. Without even pausing to consider, I said ‘Because we feel constantly guilty and are trying to compensate for everything that we take from the world.’ No one really added anything to that spurt of passion […]
MoreSO, Brangelina. You probably don’t care. You probably scoff at the memes of our babe Jennifer Aniston looking smug and giving her scumbag ex the finger. You probably despair at the world’s inability to emphasise the really important stories. People are dying and killing and raping and supporting a presidential candidate who is racist, sexist […]
More‘YOU will be fine.’ The response of everyone who found out about my Cambridge offer. ‘You’re going to be fine. You will get in.’ I didn’t. Grades fair but disappointing. Sympathetic, albeit vaguely patronising, letter from Cambridge apologising for any disappointment that their rejection of me might have caused (‘bin it; they can do one’ […]
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