HANDS

(FICTION - HORROR) To be published in my wonderful friend Aitor's zine with some sick illustrations that I'll upload once available. This is the 1500 words version. "Don't be precious", Steve had told her, "this is as good a place as any". Ella looked around the vast, dilapidated space. The building used to be a… Continue reading HANDS

The Magic of Science Mushrooms

(ARTICLE - inspired by attending "The Science of Magic Mushrooms", organised by Seed Talks) Of course I rushed - straight from work to the tube station and down to the Genesis cinema in Mile End. I ended up being early and had a good fifteen minutes to wait before the theatre's doors even opened, but… Continue reading The Magic of Science Mushrooms

Concert Tickets & Etiquette.

After being a sullen hermit for most of 2019, I’m finally getting my groove back. I’m not big on pub outings and other activities that set off my crippling social anxiety, but there’s one thing that always gets me out of the house: music and concerts. Getting back into the gig scene feels like getting… Continue reading Concert Tickets & Etiquette.

O words, wher r thou??!!

Once upon a time, words had meaning. ‘Hilarious’ meant something so comical it bordered on insanity, ‘obsessed’ implied pathologic, compulsive behaviours, and if my middle school memory serves me correctly, ‘literally’ meant…literally - otherwise it’d be ‘figuratively’. I’ll save my rant on the bastardisation of important words, like ‘depressed’ or ‘addicted’, which got stripped of… Continue reading O words, wher r thou??!!

“Enjoy the Now!”

I was on the bus home after a shit day; nothing specific happened, it simply was a what’s-the-point-of-being-alive kinda day, mainly spent at work. I was listening to an acoustic version of a favourite song, so terribly raw and unpolished it always makes me shiver, and this time it made me choke. I felt like… Continue reading “Enjoy the Now!”

The ‘No’ Conundrum

“Oi…oi! OI!” it takes two more “oi”’s for me to stop walking and turn around. I figure I must’ve dropped something, that’s why the guy I just passed is persisting to get my attention. “I met you the other day, I was with Z”, he says, “You might not remember me”. I vaguely recall bumping… Continue reading The ‘No’ Conundrum