Think back to your favourite holiday. Imagine, at the end of that holiday, you were to have your memory erased and all your pictures and memorabilia thrown in the bin – all except for one. You’re allowed to choose one single photo to remember your holiday by. What would it be and why? Nobody has […]Read More Memento: Remembering a holiday
A blank page can be a very scary sight. I stare, it stares back at me; whilst it’s annoying friend – the flickering black line – taunts me. Having worked on this site for almost a year now, I’ve come to the realisation that writing, in actual fact, is a lot of staring at blank […]Read More Inception: The Power of Storytelling
The alarm clock is such a rude invention, so very, very rude. It was 6:30 am on a Monday morning, and my alarm began its unforgiving assault on the ears. Jarred awake during the middle of a peaceful dream, I jolted up, smashing the ‘stop’ button repeatedly on my phone, so the grating noise would […]Read More About Time : Nostalgia, the mental time machine
One of the biggest lessons that I’ve learned from being in Paris, is that language is powerful. The way in which you communicate with someone decides the type of relationship you form with them, and the aspects of their personality that they choose to reflect upon you. Sound overly philosophical and unnecessarily convoluted? If your […]Read More Lost in Translation
One moment she’s smiling, and then suddenly her smile fades. As I stood in the Louvre, glaring at Da Vinci’s greatest masterpiece, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the face that had been studied and talked about for the last 500 years. Sounds beautiful, doesn’t it? Well, it’s a load of rubbish. This is […]Read More The Truman Show
Family reunions are a funny thing. How many times have you locked yourself in your room when relatives come over, only for your parents to call you out, despite you telling them to pretend you weren’t here? You walk into the living room and you’re met with a barrage of questions. “How’s school?” “Do you […]Read More Sometimes Happiness, Sometimes Sadness….
I’ve often been accused of daydreaming. Sometimes, even ‘zoning out’ mid-conversation. For instance, during long car journeys as a kid, I’d often stare absently out the window, preserving only a string of attention for music from the radio and the chatter from the seats behind. It was hard to tell where my mind was. I […]Read More Walter Mitty