Guilty until proven innocent (Part II)

To sleep in a forest under a new moon trusting the darkness to not consume you and disrobe the darkness of your mind. Why are we so afraid? Are we inherently afraid? A genetic trait passed on by our forefathers, inheriting it from their forefathers? We live in constant fear of everything, and I can…

Guilty until proven innocent (Part I)

On a sunny June afternoon just outside Camden Town station, we bumped into a group of men reminiscent of Jehovah’s witnesses. They seemed to be preachers, ready to rub their holy books in your face and attempt to save you from damnation. My first thought was to ignore them and walk on, as I was…

Lunatic

I’m a lunatic in all its senses- I’m insane, and I’m obsessed with the moon The moon is everywhere- the skyscrapers of cities, the reflection of rivers, and the eyes of beasts in jungles. It changes every single day, and it is with those phases that our dear Luna exudes its eternally shifting energies into…