Rough Sleeper

Are you politically homeless?
Then breathe a sigh of relief, and be thankful.
If you feel regretful and lament that you have been rendered homeless, then snap out of it, quickly.

Pacific Lines

How do you write about surfing without invoking every cliché in the book? I don’t think you can, and I know for a fact you can’t do it justice through words on a page, either. But some lines come close.

Political Shifts

I’m feeling some movements in the aether, strange energies, my teeth are numb and the cat looked at me funny, so I had a look in the tea leaves to see what’s on the way.

Hallucinations

I don’t know that there’s much point following the news, current affairs, that kind of thing. You can skip it a bit, and it makes no difference. A day. A week. Doesn’t affect you, doesn’t affect anyone else. Actually, that’s not true, it will affect you in that you’ll start getting stuff done and enjoying the day to day a bit more.

Dress Down And Shut Up

Curiously, society is being propelled in two contradictory directions at the same time. On the one hand, we are compelled to loosen up and let everyone just do whatever the hell they want. But simultaneously, we are henpecked by uptight cultural authoritarians over the most minor of newly-confected, sometimes barely comprehensible faux-pas.

Strange Revolution

It appears that Britain has been laid with tinder, and Member of Parliament Boris Johnson, with the very tiniest of sparks, has set the whole place ablaze.

Still in Motion

Sometimes a summer tournament comes round and you watch it. And sometimes a summer tournament brings with it every minute of every summer tournament you’ve ever watched in your life, trawls your memories, digs through your emotions, and leaves you weeping into a pint of nostalgia.

Mukojima: Not Quite Anywhere

It’s desolate, just a little. Run down with empty plots, but also some modern houses with shiny, new cars parked outside. Slightly industrial, a hint of commerce, some parts residential, but also nothing in particular. Too quiet. Left behind but right in the middle.

Shinjuku

It doesn’t sleep, but it ebbs and cycles. It generates its own energy, perpetually.

Have faith in Shinjuku. No matter how long or how far you are gone, or what you do while you are absent, it will never judge you, and it will always take you back.

Delete Your Account

There are no grey areas, just low resolution black and white, within which howling, infantile conflict can whip and flare forever. Twitter is an endless game with no prizes, only psychological loops that keep you trapped in its infinite descending corridors.

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