Aldous Huxley said your memories are your personal literature. What story are you telling yourself today?
The day started like every other day. Daniel woke up a few minutes before his alarm was due to go off. He rolled onto his back and blinked his eyes several time as his vision adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom. Continue reading →
We often hear strange snippets of conversation as we walk through public spaces. When was the last time you overheard something so interesting, ridiculous, or disturbing you really wanted to know what it was all about?
When you catch public transport everyday like I do, then you’ll be all too familiar with those people who talk loud enough to make sure everybody else around them can hear what is being said. I fucking hate those people. Continue reading →