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What Happens In The Blue Room?

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I haven’t written a decent sentence in five days. I’m in a bit of a creative slump, something that happens once in a while. It’s like walking through dead air, a place with no gravity. A place with no

A Shot To Lessons

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I went over to interview Serah Katusya at her residence. [No, trust me, I’m not abusing this word]. She broke her leg in circumstances that we won’t get into here and now hobbles around with a rather fancy cast

The Blue Door

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We spend a good deal of our lives knocking on doors. As a teenager, you keep knocking on the door clearly labelled “adulthood,” because you want to do adult things like come home in the morning, have a beer,

Fahrt der Freiheit

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Memory is a f*rkd up thing. Intrusive, relentless. A river that brings down all manner of debris at the most unlikely time; all these things just floating by, some truly ugly, others eager to be clutched at and kept

This Love

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Sometimes Joyce would dress up in a nice dress and go meet a man who would turn out to be a wet blanket and then she would have to go back home and sit on the bed with her