I’m living in a renovated dream. Walls come tumbling down before my eyes. Rose-coloured glasses wash away the theme of ‘tangerine trees and marmalade skies’. Gone is the porter, that plasticine man. Gone from his […]

I’m living in a renovated dream. Walls come tumbling down before my eyes. Rose-coloured glasses wash away the theme of ‘tangerine trees and marmalade skies’. Gone is the porter, that plasticine man. Gone from his […]
Not all that I write is to be read, you see. Lift your eyes from this page. Enough of words. They talk of freedom; speak of liberty. They are tethered, tarred and feathered. As birds, […]