3 facts, 1 fiction
Living on the high street has it’s perks. Disturbed by the noise, I used to often find myself laying awake gazing idly at the glints of headlights upon the flickering canvas of my ceiling. These days, I stay up to watch, waiting for city’s next message.

1 fact, 3 fictions
My right hand is playing up again, shooting pains and clicking loudly. The doctors and their representatives I’ve seen have all assured me there isn’t anything to be worried about, and to their credit – the seam between my arm and the hand itself is nearly invisible. However, as I keep telling them, the problem isn’t with how the hand looks, it’s that the hand has started to act in defiance of my command.