• Fiction.
  • Clock watching.

      Waiting for No Man. Mr Dufour looked at the line of people; several days worth easily, perhaps even weeks. They snaked between the weighty columns of the room and bent out of the door. He couldn’t see the end of the queue outside, but he knew it was forever growing. When he first started […]

  • Fiction.
  • Word.

      The final day of photography101… ‘Triumph’. Word. “She stood up, and picked up the nearest cylinder and held it between her hands. It hypnotised her just as it did many years ago, the clear glass filled with spiralling tendrils of time, almost whispering from within.”   Time.    

  • This is Your Life
  • Time.

    There is something about calling yourself a writer… The first time the description ever passed my lips it sounded like a fanciful pipe dream, especially when my scribbled words had yet to sit somewhere that could validate my claiming of such a job title. But through my letterbox today appeared a sublime magazine that I […]

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  • Who am I?

    Some of the finest minds this world has ever known have deliberated their existence for eons and never settled on a satisfactory conclusion. My brain could ponder for just as long and never master the art of knowing who I am, so instead I am going to lead with who I want to be. If […]

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  • Day 40.

    Finally finding some reading time for the most legendary of all the film magazines, Little White Lies. I came across this little bible a few years ago and have found a home for every issue on my bookshelf ever since. We share a common loathing for Michael Bay. When I discovered this I knew we […]