I Learned Cruelty From My Mother.

There is a photograph. I am eight years old, wearing a black coat, with a brown-black faux fur collar and cuffs, and a matching faux fur hat. I am not sure exactly which outfit I'm wearing underneath, but I have a strong memory urge to say the orchid-magenta, soft denim trousers, with small white daisy… Continue reading I Learned Cruelty From My Mother.

Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.

Nostalgia is an incredibly personal, piercing pain. I had on the radio earlier and heard 'Dead From The Waist Down' by Catatonia (between 15:30 and 15:35): it was introduced as one of their less-played tracks, perhaps it is now, but I remember hearing it quite frequently when it was out. I was a child in… Continue reading Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.