Wandering. Wondering.
Seven days later, well here we are. While I was reflecting on the week gone by of insomnia sweats and cigarettes, a constant made itself apparent to me about the memories I treasure and hold close from years gone by. A recurring memory that… Continue Reading “This Too, Shall Pass”
The smile was there, a sweat soaked melancholia had taken hold of the final hours of his journey. It was a busy midsummers day on the outskirts of Padua and all who surrounded him were in their own stories, paying very little attention to… Continue Reading “A Boy On The Platform”
The Summer months were coming to an end, so too was his journey. The final few days of his adventure had been potent, coated in a melancholic beauty. He always walked behind her. Curious to blur the lines between the film in his head,… Continue Reading “A Boy In Verona”
“The highs and lows eventually culminated into a week of true detachment from the depressing reality of a cannibalistic world, and into the main vein of Neverland.”
June 2016 It was a sticky afternoon at Schipol airport when the tyres touched down on the tarmac. As Lady Stardust and I walked past the stewardess who nodded politely at the door I had the sudden jolt of excitement that is usually only… Continue Reading “Amsterdam – The City of Substance & Lack of Abuse”