Life is a serial, each day an episode. We don’t get to binge-watch ahead, so all we can do is live the moment we’re in, make the most of the scene, and trust the arc of the story.
Read about the ‘The Others’ their lives and loves in Glasgow and London.
Late afternoon light bleeds through the blinds in glowing strips, illuminating the glitter dust settled into the floorboards. The air in Laine’s flat is a thick soup of skunk and hairspray.
It’s Wednesday night, and Tia has dragged me to the Bedlam pub quiz—her idea of “active recovery.” My idea was lying face-down on my bed like a corpse, but she bribed me with the promise of cocktails.
We’re headlining at the Riot Rooms tonight, and the zygotes have turned out in force. Sweat’s fogging on the ceiling; bodies crammed so tight they’re practically one organism with a hundred throats and a single, thumping pulse..
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Welcome to the theatre of my mind.
My brain is a crowded waiting room of characters, ideas, and unruly plotlines all vying for attention. It’s busy in there. So, to quiet the chaos (and maybe entertain a few kindred spirits along the way), I created this space.
