Being human
and life's little mysteries

self isolation, day 32 Dear Diary, I’m sorry I haven’t written. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, haven’t had monologues in my mind...

Where do we go when we disappear? What risks would you take if you weren’t so attached to your name, face, physicality, reputation? Can...

Until recently, if someone had told me I was ‘on the spectrum’, I would have thought they were giving me a compliment about being...