To the man in a tie. Yes you, sat across from me, furiously flicking through the standard. Polished hooves and armed in polyester. What a lovely and generic tie you have. You wear it like a badge of honour, a noose of achievement. I can imagine you fixing and wrestling with the evil knot, morning… Continue reading Tie-Die


Mindful and Rhymful

Breathe in, breathe out and crave a quiet mind. Just focus on the breath, that's what they all say. As my tummy fills up with air, I feel my chest puff out proud. It feels pleasant and familiar. Oh yeh, I've been breathing for years, how silly of me. Am I meant to count? Maybe… Continue reading Mindful and Rhymful