I close my eyes and am warped back to what has become my favorite place. A place that inflates me so fully, when I leave, it’s like taking MDMA the night before: every tomorrow is suicide Tuesday. I breathe in the comfort of tobacco flavored Vuse and derive more pleasure than you do from my finger tips raking your back. The Felice Brothers lull us to sleep, and through heavy eyes I glance at your ...

“I can take you there,” he told me after looking me up and down. As if he had to ensure I was worthy of such a place first. “But it’s unlike anywhere you’ve ever been before. Think of the last time you looked up at the moon. Know that color? Know the spots of that orb? And how sometimes it shines down onto a lamp-post, or a sidewalk? Think of how that color, that exact color would interact with a ...

I am in a great place right now. I feel a nice breeze on my skin and I can smell the salty air around me. I see and hear birds in the background. I also see kites in the sky and I hear the children playing volleyball and swimming as well. There is also a lighthouse in the distance...

Murmurs and shouts gather around the center, eager to self-indulge another day. Some corners have the scent of crisp linen, while others can make a person gag. The industrialized lifestyle buzzes as one travels through the breeze....

Engulfed by the scars of their own many battles, the 64 squares, abstinent by nature from violence, are constantly exposed to carnage. Each piece bears the ineffable destiny that is seared into their lives. Damned for time to always raise their swords against the same foe. And so the cacophony of sounds begins. The incessant screeching of swords, encased in the thick red fluid that is devoid of in...

It smells of butter…but it’s not overbearing, it never is and if anything it’s inviting, maybe even hunger inducing.

Over the hushed conversations I can hear the crunching of snacks, popcorn being the most ambitious.

A box of candy rattles to my left as an aluminum can snaps open to my right.

A couple arrives to their seats in front of us, their shoes sticking to the floor below.

The ligh...

It starts to smell like cold. Every song on the radio has jingling bells in the background. A rousing excitement grows with every day against a background of scents of pine, gingerbread, and peppermint hot chocolate. Sometimes you can hear a violin or guitar floating to you through the snowy air, case open on the ground, full of crumpled bills because we all feel a little more generous. They’re pl...

It’s my favorite time of the year. The morning radio presenters have been counting down the days over the radio all week. Now that it’s finally here, I can hardly contain my wide grin. Surrounding me, the last of the changing leaves dance onto the dry dirt, revealing skeletal branches.

Children in blue and green coats playfully shove each other, their stomachs following the scent of warm cinnamo...

I hear food sizzling, people chattering about their lives, and footsteps echoing throughout the vast space.

I smell various aromas of delicious foods, I smell the wind whipping my hair every which way, and smoky fire crackling.

I taste the warm fire lapping at me, I taste the food although it is not yet ready, and the sensation of words rolling off my tongue as I communicate with others.

I see ...

It’s that feeling that comes when warm woollen fabric touches your skin after the coldest of days. The feeling when, after a long day of work, you can finally just relax and breath easy.

It’s the sound of crispy autumn leaves crunching beneath your boots, the scent of cinnamon, spice and the delicious vanilla of homemade buttercream.

It’s shaking hands wrapped around warm ceramic, indulging in ...