March 2011
1 post
Patchwork friends, gluwein and snow-capped...
Perhaps the only academic concept that I have had the ability or inclination to retain since escaping the soul-sucking clutches of a period of one’s adolescent life, more optimistically referred to as A’ Levels, is that of the Sublime.
Barely out of school, and of just above average height for someone of my age, I sat swaying, icy gusts of wind whipping the exposed skin between my goggles and...
