The Fog Within

It was a year ago. We walked out of the house together and stood by the car. Something wasn't right and we both could see it. The windscreen was covered in ice and I knew we wouldn't get far without cleaning it. We had already been through so much together and our exit from the [...]

The Generation That Doesn’t Forget

I really want to know what the basis of such brutal moral judgement is, and why we have somehow become addicted to digging out skeletons that have long decayed.

When You​ Can’t Remember Who You Used To Be . . .

It's funny how we all change, somehow. It's inevitable. Even when we never really mean to.