The town was perpetually dark. The only slither of light came from a thin break in the sky, which was hardly enough to tell a robin from a dove.

A while ago, I began writing a film about love, specifically about navigating life while in love. I found it quite difficult, so decided to let it breathe as a short film. You are introduced to the life of William and Dylan, but you have to use your imagination to imagine the life they had. All you know, when...

It has been a long time since I have done one of these. It has been a whole year. It should be easy, but I struggle to find the words even as I begin.

Stars. Tonight is the first night I've seen the stars in so long. The bright lights of the city block the thousands of fusion factories in the sky. But mostly, I forget to look up. I used to look up a lot, and I dreamt of what the stars could bring me. I used to think that if a...

Right now I am sat at my desk writing this. I can see my calender on my wall. I can see my shoe rack, my wardrobe, my bed. This is what I wrote in my notes app exactly one week ago today:

I was confused as to why the painting was so famous. I couldn't get them out of my mind. They were not my favourite from what I had seen in the gallery. They were not the most colourful or the biggest, but they intrigued me more than anything else. Today, I think about them a lot.