Sleepwear : Outerwear

Before sharing the piece I wrote for this post a few days ago, I'd first like to briefly speak about the horrifying news that the world woke up to yesterday morning. It's hard to collect your thoughts together about circumstances like this, because the mere thought of an act so sickening shouldn't even be possible. But it was - it was sickening and completely inhumane. Those words can't even begin to express it. News like this will always hit you hard - and this hit me because it happened so close to home, in a venue that many happy memories were made for me as a child. Concerts - they're wholly ecstatic events that people go to for their own experience of pure joy. And for children in particular, pure joy in the most rewarding and innocent form imaginable - joy that remains with them forever. So the action of shattering a blessed experience for so many in the most horrific way is true inhumanity. It can't be fathomed. Whilst I could write for days about the matter, I won't say much more. I use this website as an open platform to share my thoughts, so I wanted to shed a piece of my opinion on the news - news I need not describe in detail because everyone reading this is sure to feel as equally disgusted. My thoughts go out to all those affected during this terrible act of inhumanity. But let us not allow it to diminish the dreams that should come from the wonderful experiences that are made through pop culture. Let us live out the dreams of those who are no longer here to pursue them.

Rural Recluse

When I was five years old, I viewed the world through frames of fantasy. I remember travelling with my parents to the Lake District - a national park in Cumbria, northwest England - for a short recluse away from the city which was our home. The suburban beauty of its pure nature affirmed its undeniable charm, and as a young child mesmerised by the simplest of things, many of its traditions compelled me. One particular episode worth noting was a storyteller's garden I visited in a small village called Grasmere. Families would gather around a fantastical storyteller who would immerse each and every soul present through recounting traditional fairytales. You'd sit on ornate wooden chairs and feel at complete ease surrounded by torches and braziers, which only served to amplify the tales told before you. It was a mesmeric experience to my youthful, dreaming self - I felt part of a world far from reality. Maybe that's a reason I grew to study and love literature - I always enjoyed the feeling of escaping to an alternative world.