Trying not to disappear.

In a way I feel I’ve done myself wrong for not posting on here in what seems so long, but sometimes life takes from you the tools you need to function in such a creative way. This is an expression, a story of when things became blurred: Trapped within fear… lost within physical anxiety. Not…

The Ticket Man

Notice: the hiss of compression as the doors close, the awkward expressions of the passengers as the people who file in looking for non-existent seats realise they are going to have to stand squashed up against each other; invading personal space. He notices this, how can he not; every day he paces up and down…