There is a cult within humanity, tearing at our heart and mind. Telling us that theirs is the way to live, even as they destroy the world around them. Theirs is false promise and gloss, a thin veneer over gross decay.
Cardiovascular rations [Le Sueur] [Lockdown]
More time passes in lockdown. I become all-too-familiar with the world around me. I break it up, where I can, with exercise.
Snake Eyes [Le Sueur] [Lockdown]
We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
Must. Resist. [Le Sueur]
In the silence of the empty life, the heart and mind yearn to find fulfilment. They know what they want, but they can only ask for what they know.
Slow burn [Le Sueur]
An adventure into a world on the edge of society, to a place where the usual rules don’t apply. A place of free conversation, where people can be true to themselves.