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Nostalgia is a beautiful lie.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over the past few years, it’s that nostalgia is a load of bollocks. It’s a trick our brains play on themselves. We’ll always miss the past, because memory is a strange, tricksy thing, and … Continue reading

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Memories are weird, and so is nostalgia.

Sometimes a memory just up and whacks you in the back of the head. I hear a song, and I remember being in a field. I remember the clothes I was wearing. I remember the crowd. The stage. I remember … Continue reading

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Life… Don’t talk to me about life…

Pretty wearied out with life at the moment. Not in the suicidal way that implies, though – I’m not talking personally, but generally. Conceptually. Every single time I look at the news it’s just telling me people have died, or … Continue reading

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