Acid and Lost Time

The Ache is leaving. Three years languished by dead end jobs, drugs and friends. Last week above a bagel store, the sun morphs mute amidst travelling clouds, indifferent fluctuations of light on an otherwise featureless day. You arrive a tight knot of anxieties over a moment in time that could only have arrived after its departure … More Acid and Lost Time

Exit Bag Out

Awhile ago, I had been at a party. I’d listened to someone talk about Kate Moss for ten minutes straight. I left the room, found my flatmate and asked why anyone was interested in anything at all. We’d come up with no answers. All this started a month ago, and all that started long before. I will not … More Exit Bag Out

The Spectre of Bond

A spectre is haunting Spectre—the spectre of James Bond. All the powers of reason have entered a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre, but it is a haunt that rests in the fabric of this franchise, a totalising essence that cannot be shaken, only stirred. It is apt we open with the out of context … More The Spectre of Bond