This is the end, my friend, the end, dry your tears We knew this time would come, and it’s been years. I handed in my thesis at on the 31st January. I pressed submit at midnight, like any student does; no matter how far they have come in academia, how …
“And dark are my days now that I face them on my own, So long are the nights now that I’m sleeping here alone And after all of this time, it still breaks my heart to see you go. ‘Cause nobody knows me, nobody knows me, nobody knows me like …
I don’t remember when the change was; the shift in my manner. There are moments I shine, in front of a group of people presenting my thoughts or discussing something meaningful. But then I try and set up a camera and choreograph a simple video to take part in some …
Two weeks ago I was working towards an intensive workshop taking place before Easter, for the creation of a collaborative audio guide in Brunswick Square. This workshop has been re-evaluated and moulded into something longer and more free-flowing, allowing participants to listen and shape their work over a longer period …
I took a quick 2 day trip to Rome to stay with my brother at the German Archaeological Institute’s villa, to explore and take note of some of Rome’s different interactive and multimedia heritage experiences, to feed into my research back in Brighton. On the first day of the 48 …
I am working on a short story as I travel south by train in Florida. Began 6 months ago on a flight over, I return to it when I have moments between assignments. It is not a creation to be loved and admired, just the considerations and embellishments of a …
The light has changed. It is already darker as I write at 3pm. I played my piano, I couldn’t resist, but she is out of tune. She, like me, has been left to herself for too long, and can no longer sound sweet. Some notes click, others stick at the …
Put on your game face, you can’t hide here anymore. You’ve taken every step to show the world you won’t bargain what life’s for. And there’s meaning there behind every movement made. Even though the very fabric of your life has frayed. But oh, you know, that bright eyes …
There’s a place that we go, inside our heads. Sometimes it’s with sound that calms us. Sometimes it’s with nature. Sometimes it’s with another person, who we trust to take there. I trusted someone, someone who knew me a long time. I took him to that place and showed him …
When the world moves around you, it is almost impossible to stay in that space, alone in yourself, wondering when things won’t feel the same anymore. The quiet was nice, the calm, the chance to just worry about the small flat he left you with, and making enough to sustain …
