Journal Extracts

It’s just gone midnight and here I sit in the semi-silence of my dead grandmother’s old bedroom, having moved in…

It is a terribly sad moment in one’s life, when they realise the innocence of their childhood is lost forever.…

Home again. Just out of rehab. I feel my soul is still tethered to the darkness. I feel it tug…

Gran has passed. Sasha, my therapist in rehab, took me upstairs. As we sat down in a private meeting room,…

Whilst I was on the phone earlier today, in the lounge, a woman with long emaciated limbs and an achingly…

I felt very raw and vulnerable this morning, woken violently by the shrill cry of grating iron machinery rupturing the…

Fragments of forgotten dreams and memories drift through my mind, like a cloud of revolving gyroscopes, bewitching my consciousness and…

I had a dream, a madness-imbued dream of a utopian fantasy. It was thus: I saw lily pads floating on…

The sheets of ice upon which I solemnly prance – that separate me from the freezing oceans of despair below…

Be it the night, be it a dream, be it the days of lonesome wandering or the nightmares of reality,…

On the train back to London, I notice a sinister sinking feeling in my gut, as if my instinctual and…

We are hurtling irrevocably into modernity. To look upon the date written above this journal entry is strange and seemingly…

Sunday morning in London, families walk past my window dressed up in warm puffy coats and scarves and hats, holding…

The days continue to blur in a wild mass of crashing images, a kaleidoscope of haunted remembrances, a torrential downpour…

At this present moment I feel strange, as if a dark euphoria has descended upon me and dialled my perceptive…

It’s evening, the hot afternoon sun has cooled to a warm and sublime sunset, the kind of image you’d see…

This morning we decided to stay where we are, on our mystical voyage around the Greek islands by sailboat. It’s…

The day is overcast and filled with the undeniable essence of doom, as if it were the setting of a…

Last night strange and twisted dreams cascaded down upon me, like a whirlwind of surreal madness and visceral hallucinatory imagery…

The morning drifted by gently and relatively uneventfully, until I walked by the sea with my toes curling to feel…

As we drove down the winding coastal road, I could hear the ghost of innocent Ti Jean in my ear,…

It’s around two o’clock in the afternoon and I’m sitting in a bar on the high street, in the outside…

Last night I had another dream within a dream. In the first layer of dreaming, I had another dream and…

We flew into Athens late last night, drove past the vast pulsating electrical matrix of streetlights, that exude their fuzzy…