I miss you.
I want to say be somewhere I can meet you, and I want to say, yeah, I’ll drive over later. There are two problems with the latter. It would be at least five hours of impatient sitting at a wheel in the dark. Squinting nervously at the car which pulls too close too [...]

Skinny-dipping at 3am, whisky and cigarettes by some lake with the moon reflecting off shoulders. White bra and undies, reckless inhibition and lemony face-masks, homemade wine and telling stories in the dark.
Love you plus one more than you can ever say.
To infinity, beyond and back.
That is how the game is won. Our secret, shhh, and [...]

My wrist, when I lick it, tastes of chlorine.
In between Primo Levi throwing me into a Friday funk and my daydreams of cold hard tiles and the dripping of a tap, that excitement of being seen, heard, found, and a hand-dryer pushing into my back, I think maybe I am a Sim. It is comforting [...]

Curiosity never kills the cat.
Four legs and nine lives and those amazing eyes, how could it?
I would like to swap lives with you for one day, and you wouldn’t be so angry. I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be someone else. Waking up you, it wouldn’t be as funny as Hot Chick, more nerve-wrecking [...]

Dear girl who sat alone in the café,
After having just spent an hour and a half with you and your probing ideas, roaming eyes from the back of the class resting way too often on the space around my head, seeing you sitting there by yourself came as a shock, and for a second my [...]

It gets dark here at 6.15 PM now. Today it rained so heavily and with such persistence that even the bravest, most addicted of smokers preferred to sit through three or four one-and-half hour lectures shuffling with agitation and nicotine deprivation than to smoke under the dripping oak tree by the road. It always [...]

Say HELLO to the sun. There it is. Trapped behind a cloud, but there nevertheless. Brush your teeth, comb your hair, ban a few tracks from the iTunes playlist, and say HELLO to the sun. From now on no more wallowing. Mooching around in pjs is strictly verboten, as is lying on your bed staring [...]