‘For last year’s words belong to last year’s languageAnd next year’s words await another voice.’–T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets [Content warning: this is a post about the language used to describe sexual violence among other topics so please take care of yourself and skip it if these words could be triggering for you.] ‘As survivor of […]Read more "It’s only words…"
‘There on the landing sits the typewriter. It is clogged with dust, the ribbon dried and flimsy. Looking at it gives Felix a feeling close to vertigo. He realises he can replicate in his head the exact sound it used to make. The clac-clac-a-clac of the metal letters hitting the paper, the ribbon raising itself […]Read more "Typing…"