from my diary, 3 April 2013

Lemonwater and ice.

It’s difficult not to miss the strangeness of it all, really. Sometimes, I glance outside and half-expect to see the seaside. I asked my mum what her favourite things about living by the sea were. She said:

i. The way the salt sticks to my skin.
ii. The sound of foghorns at midnight.

You are death and you are dying. And no one can save you. All I can think is: I am small, I am small, I am small.

“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.”
Nick Hornby, How to Be Good

Roses à crédit (2010)

Les chats de Willy Ronis, Paris, 1954 (x)

Les chats de Willy Ronis, Paris, 1954 (x)

“Introverts are collectors of thoughts, and solitude is where the collection is curated and rearranged to make sense of the present and future.”
Laurie Helgoe, “Revenge of the Introvert” in Psychology Today
Bletchley Park during WWII (x)


Elly Bee wrote one of our most sought after pieces, On the Notion of Secret Keeping, last Spring of 2013. At last here she is, one of our favorite day dreamers. Read the short but sweet interview on our blog.

You can read about me here (if you like) in an interview I did for the sweetest little magazine, Thistle. x