It is through movement, that I beginAnything.It is through maintenance, that I propelEverything.It is through knowing, that I gainMomentum. By Emma Hynes This image and
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Fifteen – Platform
The thing I recall about train platforms is not the waiting, it’s the looking;At the names of new towns made familiar in your mouth;At your
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Fourteen – Exposure
The taking and subsequent selection of a photograph to inspire a written piece, involves a visceral reaction to the image in question. The arising text
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirteen – Defiance
At the root of any perceived act of defiance lies a set of values. That there can be a diversion from these, implies the existence
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twelve – Vigilance
There is value in vigilance, But what use, if it prevents you from flying?If the freedom it is said to afford,Can never be yours.If, in
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Eleven – Takeaway
Tonight is the night for driving. For being together. For getting fast food. Whether the light is red, or green, we can enter. We don’t
