We
If they do not understand that we are bringing them a mathematically faultless happiness, our duty is to force them to be happy. The forefather of dystopian fiction, the Russian We (confusingly called My in its original language) starts of…
At the Printers
We take the book, as a physical product, for granted a bit. Me and Josh were discussing how they made books one evening which led to much watching of videos on the internet. It’s a fascinating procedure with plenty of…
The Ship
I was born at the end of the world, although I did not know it at the time. Floods, famines, plagues, collapse of governments. The end is nigh. To not be registered is to not exist, their deaths not counted…
The Month That Was… February 2015
February’s an annoying little month isn’t it, which always makes me feel I haven’t achieved much when I’ve probably done the same as normal. I booked our flights to California for a our holiday though and some time has been…
