The calm in the middle of world’s chaos. The eye of the storm. That is the root of my creativity; a place of serenity surrounded by a monstrous storm.
Sunday. The chill in the room nips at my feet as I groggily open my eyes, listening to the damp swoosh of cars as they drive by on the wet road. The lack of humidity in the room, thanks to the radiators, makes my eyes feel like they’ve been for a swim in the Kalahari. Rubbing the arid balls that