Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.
The medium obscured the message.
Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.
Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write. Why me?
We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.