Are teenage dreams so hard to beat? Once you leave home, you can never go back. Yet when I was 19, I did; for weeks and weeks. At home everything seemed smaller – the stairs, my room, the bed. I was welcomed and resented. I suffered from persistent, low level stress. I felt like a …
On the afternoon of Saturday, 17th August 2013 I was drinking a cocktail on the balcony of my friend Wendy’s flat in Brixton. It was a humid, sunny day. The trees were heavy with dust. I reflected on summers past. I felt that sweet melancholy that comes at the end of the season. The cocktail …
