The Bureau Drawer

“Do you know what a poem is, Esther?” “No, what?” I would say. “A piece of dust.” (Sylvia Plath) We exist in an odd shell. Fragility is a rich, red blood and society is a shark – but you’re protected by a shark net. You’re just bleeding out in the ocean, dying slowly, whilst the […]

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On Triangles, Fate & Divergence

I like triangles. If you cut one in half, you have two triangles. If you cut both of those in half, you have four. You can do this forever and ever, getting tinier triangles each time. If you try to do this with paper, you will have to stop at one point because your fingers […]

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