The blower’s daughter

♫ and so it is, just like you said it would be, life goes easy on me ….♫ sings on Damien Rice and it reminds me of this palm reader I came across during an evening on the beach. I’ve always laughed at people who live by the stars, because I mean, how can a giant globe…

The Morning After

It felt like being the only person to wake up to the morning after the apocalypse. So many feelings and emotions buzzing along with the memories of what was, some you try to reminisce and others you try to suppress. It’s a sense of clouded liberation, you feel free but floating around in your conscience, like mist are the…