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the birth of the unihorn. in Contusions.
He pointed at the centre of the square, and told me to stand there. Don’t you dare move. He made me count. 1 2 3 4 no please stop plea sse 5 please 6 7 8 9 no please I can’t 10 . Today, I love sq...
Perfect doesn't grow. in Contusions.
“The imperfect is our paradise.” - Wallace Stevens and we all imagine a life when we’d be happy when everything is dead perfect is dead
Click. in Contusions.
You can’t be imagining the light because light is what you need to see things.
photos in Contusions.
I don’t like them staged. Those are just functional, for documentation. They mean nothing. I love the ones that capture a moment. Genuine. It means that someone saw that moment, and it made an im...
- in Contusions.
You’re not making me miserable. It’s the precise opposite, fool. The lack of you is making me miserable. But you’re too busy to see. There’s too much noise.
Harry and Paul I Saw You Coming "Thicko": in Contusions.
I have just the thing for you - our new collection, Weird and Needy. if you shell out on this kind of stuff then you’ll be able to convince your silly friends that you’re in some way interesting...
30 in Contusions.
And I have no idea what I am doing. I’ve spent my whole life chasing a dream of “really living”, and I did so much of that in my 20s. But maybe achieving my goal scared me? Or rather I reached a...
Who? in Contusions.
Yesterday I was making a casting video and few snapshots for work. Looking through those videos and photos, I realised something: I don’t recognise myself. Maybe that’s why I feel an unsettling ...
hi. in Contusions.
Oh wow. This is quite a revisited concept; it’s only been a few words and I already feel transported back to my teens. I had an Open Diary, back when it was one of the handful of online diary co...
