Handlebars
The next time you find yourself stuck, paralyzed by the fear of writing and dreading the task of wrestling your thoughts onto the page, go outside and ride a bike.
Interlopers
Cellach had always wanted to die, so much so that he was disappointed to find that he was still breathing, albeit barely.
Don’t ask me where I’m from
By your 40s you should have an answer to “where are you from?”, but every time you’re asked you curl inwards on yourself, imploding like a star that will never go supernova.
Beep Pray Roar
Roar. I fell in love with the car in 2017, and two years later have saved enough to bring it home.