• Me at the Daunt Bookstore in London
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    Dear 2020

    Dear 2020, When I impulsively started writing you a letter in my journal earlier this month, I had no idea what I wanted to achieve or how it was going to look. I thought it might be cathartic at worst, reflective at best. At the very least, I could get to grips with what has been a hot mess of a strange twelve months. More often than not, I have to write something down before I know what it is that I really want to say. Sprinkle in the simultaneous blur and endless trajectory of your existence and I shouldn’t…

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