Fear has no hold over me

Fear has no hold over me

Sitting in a Starbucks, thinking about fear. It’s a strange thing is fear, it tugs at your sleeve constantly as a reminder that you’re talentless, imperfect, a blight that the perfect tolerate with amusement. Fear transforms those dreams that come to you...

Excavating my belongings

I’m often useless at thinking up ideas, however give me a prompt and it will sometimes spark something in my brain. This is from a prompt request I made on Google+ “excavate common things in your home as if you were an archaeologist from the future”...