‘If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams’…

Showing up by leaning into the uncomfortable

The crowd was barely paying any attention as she stepped up to the stage.

Every night as I turn up to work, O. is one of the few of the residents who approaches me to say hello.

You will never know the impact you had on me.

I had seen her before we had shared that bench together that afternoon.

The street ended with our house, and a new road began with our neighbour.

I was reminded about love that night I met with J. In fact it came and sat next to me.