Category Sleep

Where No Creativity Blooms…

The other night, I stayed up watching The Babadook (2014) until at least 2am. Like the protagonist Amelia, I felt exhausted but the act of sleep itself had become so fraught with anxiety that I forced myself to stay awake, cramming my brain with the toxic ooze streaming out of my laptop. Not that the […]

Less Alan Rickman, more Jane Birkin

What a flabby, pimply, listless mess I’ve become these past few months. So laborious is the prospect of writing, that my muscles have deteriorated into rolls of useless wobbly flesh. When will this treacle-filled trouser sensation wear off so that I might become the spritely vessel of productive exuberance I so long for? But it’s […]

Dot Aversion Therapy

A few years ago, I went to an osteopath who informed me that my ‘lines’ or ‘chords’ or whatever the fuck he called them, were a “mess”. I didn’t care for his subtle-touch, cranial approach at the timeβ€”I’m more of the school that if someone’s effectively beating the shit out of me with their elbows, […]

Falling Forward (and the importance of sleep)

Back in June, it was my friend’s birthday and to her party I had offered to bring the birthday cake. Unfortunately, not only did I get the date of the party wrong (discovered by virtue of a rather awkward text asking where I was), but on the day I finally arrived, the cake itself was […]