I remember my first few days at University. My group were all dressed in black, or occasionally punk stripes. A few of us wore earrings or make-up. We all loosely held left-wing views, with some of us joining the Marxists, others the Fabians or Socialist Workers, but...
I realised early in the New Year that I was coming alive again, and with a bit of a roar. My first semi-lucid dream of 2022 involved a dark pupal form pulsating blackly, as if about to burst open or to split painfully. Nothing to do with too much Christmas turkey! I...
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