I look at my mum’s old house on Google maps street view, the house where I grew up. It says ‘Image captured May 2009’. There is a light on in her bedroom. It is still her house, she is still alive, I am still visiting every few months on the train to Bodmin Parkway,

i'm a lonely painter, i live in a box of paints

part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time

i was trying for us to be friends

thanks for all your generous love, and thanks for all the fun

there's something about this, like eating soup with a fork - i can't get enough of open.spotify.com/track/2en1t4x8…

c'est ton intérieur qui sans cesse se caresse, dirait-on...

the songbirds keep singing like they know the score

criminally underrated 😍 open.spotify.com/track/2vVKHXbu…

probably not the wisest to start listening to parsifal at 00h00 on a school night, but the plagal cadences 🥹 open.spotify.com/track/5czvXHJz…

contrary to popular belief, sometimes cape town does disappoint

he had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness

there's something about the overture to parsifal that is ominously sanguine

trust the violas to save the day with a sagacious resolution

he could make you see how the world could be

so in the end, our hero won grandly

a heart as soft as the violet sky at dusk

open.spotify.com/track/1SXwUr8r… there was something in the air that night

sometimes people leave you halfway through the wood