Right Iâ€™ve had me morning coffee and I intended to start writing this immediately after – because when Iâ€™m all mad post-caffeine tends to be when I write the best – but I got distracted going through old photos for about an hour and the rush is wearing off, so you will have to forgive me if every single word henceforth is fucking crap. Continue reading
In Berlinâ€™s infuriating glitterscape I know three entire people who have written their own manifestos. Three: Annie, Emily, Dave. I like that; set down on wax who you are, what you are for, how you justify your existence, and what specific pains and lessons the earth has wrought upon you to fashion you into the sentient rib-eye steak you are today. The attempted manifestation of the blueprint of an individualâ€™s soul; after being inspired by my friends, here is my own, about a subject very close to my heart; the sickness of my generation.