What I read: I AM I AM I AM by Maggie O’Farrell

As human beings, we always seem to be so fascinated with death. The more detail, the better, even if we’ve got a squirmish dispotition. Even if we really don’t want to hear what happened we tend to still ask the questions. What happened? How did it happen? Could it happen to me? We don’t always … More What I read: I AM I AM I AM by Maggie O’Farrell

Bathroom

White. Bone White. Smooth to the touch, cold. I run my fingers across the basin, the curve of the ridge of the edge, the join of where sink meets tap. The abuse of metal joining. Obtuse angle, penetration. I turn the knob and watch the water spurt out. Pour out. The sound of pipes adjusting … More Bathroom