
A Young Woman Reading, by Gustave Courbet
December 13, 2025

‘Howdy hoody! Lemme guess: you was just passing through the middle of middle England, and you recognized the flame-decorated Ferrari outside my Hobbit Hole, and you buzzed ‘cos you fancied a parley?'

I once told a therapist my father was molesting me. It wasn’t true. I was twenty-five and exhausted, lying awake most nights trying to understand why I felt so sad when nothing in my life was obviously wrong.

duty pulled a mountain along lesser used roads. // time was ill-spent preparing workers for the crossing.