For humanity — So I’m lying at the corner of Wellington and York with my stuff round me and watching the fucking office workers avert their eyes as they trudge up the street to their 50 storey prisons. Cunts. They think they are so much better than me. They think I’m dirty, a…

Let’s hang out. — Hi Globetrotters! My name is Belcairn. Well, it’s not really but I’m in disguise! It feels really weird when people comment and call me Belcairn. I made this name up and there’s a reason behind it but I’m not telling you what. …

It’s the big “au revoir” from me — Ah, the city of blinding lights. The romance, the couture, the intellectual conversation! The wine, the Gitanes… Bullshit. Paris is like a coercive partner. It always fucks you up and yet you keep crawling back. Every time you leave, you vow never to go there again. Then time passes. “Maybe…

What I learned on a trip to find my own slice of la dolce vita — Do you ever imagine yourself living another life? Maybe spending part of each year at your little place in Italy? You could invest money in a property there that you could rent out, or use for longer-term stays with friends and family. Use it as a base to travel around…

Instilling hope for the future — Nevermore. Nevermore.* * from The Raven, by Edgar Alan Poe If you’re North American, and even if you’re not, you’ve probably learned the poems of Edgar Alan Poe. What a bloody depressing read he is. Sure he’s clever. …

September Six Word Photo Story Challenge – “Shadows” — Sew my shadows back on, please! Shadows. They’re deceiving. And as Robert Louis Steven pointed out in “My Shadow”, one of my favourite childhood poems, they are ever-changing. Once, on a hike in England’s Lake District, I took a photograph of my husband. When the film was developed (yes, I’m that old) we were surprised to…

How to survive the trip from Sicily? — Trip planning is the best isn’t it? Snuggled under a blanket in the depths of winter scrolling away happily, seeking out that new adventure. The world is your oyster. Maybe a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows on the side to warm the cockles. Mmmm – heaven! This was…

How did it not kill me?! — Keeley Schroder ‘s writing prompt for April 27th: What was the first car you owned? It’s the mid-1990s. Driving up Whiteladies Road in Bristol, England, on a baking hot day with the windows open, it was strangely silent in the car. The tape I’d put into the car stereo (Crocodiles…

April Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Life” — We carry weight on our shoulders The first time I saw this sculpture it gave me quite a shock. I was walking over the Kerr Street bridge in Stockbridge, Edinburgh, when I looked down to see a person apparently wading, naked, down the Water of Leith. No person this, but the third piece of Anthony Gormley’s…