Sit back and imagine that in this very moment, the most important thing you’ve ever had to do is take one or the other off their ventilator. An undeniably nauseating choice, intrinsically intertwined with egotism, you could argue. One dies, another lives, so on and so forth * or alternatively you could flip the script … Continue reading Oh baby, this is just so prophetic and emblematic
Ben- ‘it’s Okay, Tell me’ (or new habits die old)
Mixing alcohol and paracetamol, isn’t just a good rhyme, it's usually a sign that shit went south at some point, and trust me it did. I never anticipated saying the words ‘suicidal thoughts’ to someone would be so hard, let alone to a loved one. Of course it's after saying it, I realised 5 years … Continue reading Ben- ‘it’s Okay, Tell me’ (or new habits die old)
Mr. Brizell, we’re glad to see you again
I have a recurring dream which plagues me. At this point in its existence you could consider it a waking dream. Whenever shit goes bad, I find myself in a hotel lobby, bedraggled and hopeless, on what I presume is an unholy cocktail of substances, that keeps me barely lucid and leaves me periodically blacking … Continue reading Mr. Brizell, we’re glad to see you again
