This is the first fascicle of a four part story set during my second crack at an Arts degree in 2017. The stories are pretty much all true; the only thing I’ve played with is time. Because this is the first part of a larger story, the emphasis is on introducing people and place, not…

From my emo phase (age 16). Edgy.

My creative piece for Year 4 English. The Chilean school I went to called drafts ‘sloppy copies’. I took the concept to its explosive conclusion with Winnie the Pooh as my ‘playing against type’ protoganist, though before he became public domain. I was such a bad boy.

It was my second Gap Yah. I’d burnt through my first gap year’s savings, didn’t know what I wanted to do, and had all the time in the world to try out YOLO but feel FOMO seeing all my mates graduate while I stagnated in an existential skidmark of my own making. Sorta. It could…

Ibis are kinda big and kinda there. [1] Big enough for us to double-take at the scimitar-curve of their beaks, and there enough to shield our lunches from their hungry lunges. They bob and tread with fear around us, yet never wander far enough from the chance of feasting on our excesses. When present, they…