I sat next to him, and he handed me an empty glass and the bottle. I poured myself some, leaned back, and closed my eyes.

I just need to remember that the Greek Minotaur, the beast at the centre of the labyrinth, was known by the name of Ἀστερίων, star.

Instead, my F's, H's, and R's look like something a 4-year-old would do, on a heavy dose of Calpol...

Learning to stay, to sit at the centre of the lemniscate is all that it requested of me, right now.

My body aches, my lungs burn. I fear one of my ankles will give way, and that will be the end for me.

That boat was in the still waters. Floating and not going anywhere. The moorings I knew I left behind me could barely be seen...

I am sitting at a café. It’s a very hot morning in La Havana. I can feel my eyes checking the surroundings, a prey looking for her next...

Thank you for being here, for reading, and for being part of this evolving story. I’m so glad you’ve found your way to this space.