I’m hunched over the laptop next to the fan heater in my small, messy ensuite right now hoping it will induce some creativity in me today. I like small spaces as they allow me to go inwards. I don’t know if it’s the cold, dreary weather, the room, the fact that it’s daytime, or that I got my period today, but the words I want are not coming to me. I feel like crap. I want to cry but no tears are coming out. They are stuck inside just like my words. Continue reading “The night and Nine Inch Nails” →