Manchester – pomtification

I have a photograph…

Don’t waste time – now is not a rehearsal for the future.

“Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph, preserve your memories…”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck – where is the fucking thing!” I growled as I rummaged through yet another dusty storage box. Continue reading “I have a photograph…”

Move into the light

Most of the time, I feel like my sleeping and waking hours are spent in the dreamtime.

Moving from inner-city Manchester in the winter to suburban Perth in high summer was like staggering out of a dark, dank cave into dazzling sunlight – both figuratively and literally.

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