Party of the Year

A poem I wrote about social introversion, and the way it’s often parallel with the seasons. Party of the Year Promising January Pushed me through the door, After a long winter, praying for warmth. Cold drinks and the sweeping of wind For a while made me linger, But the fermented scent of strangers Or friends…

Joining the Beyhive, 80s appreciation and new music obsessions

It’s strange that music feels different to me depending on where I am, or whether I’m walking, lying or sitting. Now I’m living in a different place, it’s really easy for me to associate new music I listen to strongly with my current life and surroundings; when I’m back at home, that music simply makes…

Don’t lose faith in your passions

So, my very first post on my spontaneously-cobbled-together little blog. I’m excited. However, I’m going to keep putting full stops to leave the impression that I’m cool and unbothered by this new occurrence in my life. Alright, we all know forced apathy isn’t actually very cool, in fact it verges on rather warm. So HELLO!…