Monthly Archives: September 2018

To Mac, and the rest of us.

The last few days I’ve listened to Mac Miller’s final album ‘Swimming’ something like 20 times.¬†When I’m not listening to it, I’m still feeling it. The sounds layered under the most mundane of tasks to the darkest corners my mind can go on the last train home. Mac Miller was an addict. The word itself […]

Turn and face the strange.

I spoke to my mother earlier and she wanted to make sure I was alright as the photo I posted yesterday was one where I ‘looked sad’. I am sad. I want to say this because 1. Talking about it helps and 2. Depression can sometimes be triggered by a series of unfortunate events that […]