writers
A Study in Interior Siege
I have a most preposterous and unpardonable confession to tender, in extenuation of that impediment which, for the sake of public decorum, I must designate no more than a ‘writer’s block’. Of late, I find myself descending into a precarious languor, a chronic exhaustion that clings to the limbs most dreadfully. There are hours wherein […]
Where are the artists?
Callum discusses the following: There’s no art scene, there never was.
