Stories from the 2021

I’m bloody tired

I’m rebranding Crush-ball

Ever so slightly so that it barely matters

My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.

A fully alive, fully outstretched black person taking up as much space as they need is the most frightening black person, so be scary.

They just watched us get darker and darker, welcoming in the deeper glow, disgusted. But what could they do?

Reflections from aged 22 on the eve of 23.