Miss me, but let me go - Glasgow University Magazine
Where are the souvenirs of the mind — how long will I hear them, and will I still feel them
when I lose my grip?
when I lose my grip?
House of Cards [I am not]
Smother the imitations. Which crevice is real, built on muscle and bone? Attempts to decipher it are clouded in flesh. It is soft to the touch, and moulds to my fingers like a sheet of hot metal.
Waltz: A reflection on death
To get to a place where there is no need for a body — no need for a shadow, nor a reflection — perhaps, it is freedom.
