Let me be sad. Let me be angry. Let me be quiet. Let me shout. Let me play. Let me learn. We need to let children grieve.Read More
Preston. Lancashire. The River Ribble. Post-industrial city, we’re staying in an apartment on the dock. Sailing boats, the university, the market hall. A Caribbean takeaway, a Brazilian café, a fish and chip shop. We’ve taken over an empty unit in St George’s Shopping Centre. Costa Coffee, M&S, H&M, Holland & Barrett and us.Read More
It’s like this: I had this person in my life, they are/were/ARE part of who I am and now I can’t see/talk/touch them and I miss them, and I feel broken.
I know, that’s really hard to hear and you can’t fix it. I’m not asking you to be superhuman. All I need is the human you to enter my world and try to understand my new reality. I’m in shock/angry/lonely/lost/…/…Read More