





I came across an old picture of mine and felt a terrible tug in my heart. Because I know when I am gone, so too is my work. I can’t deny that hurts. I would like to believe that at some carboot sale where my life is sold after being cleared out of where ever I end up, someone will say that photo or piece of art (writing never gains much attention) is nice. That someone will appreciate it. They will, in a way, remember me.

What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
Usually go to bed at 11pm, get up at 9am. I have recurring insomnia though, so sometimes I don’t technically wake up at all some nights.


What activities do you lose yourself in?
Any kind of artistic activity – writing, painting and photography being my favourites. I easily lose track of time because I’m doing something that I love and that brings me great comfort when my depression is at its deepest.
Are you superstitious?
Yes. I’m convinced our house is haunted. For years now, we’ve kept smelling cigarettes, but my parents quit years before this started, and my brother (the only active smoker in the house) had also moved out before this. It was especially strong recently, which bothered me. Is there a meaning? It makes me worry that something bad will happen.
Or hell, maybe there’s a totally sound reason for it all. I consider myself an open-minded sceptic. I want to believe, but most of the time, there are rational explanations for these things. This one is the one I do struggle with, though.
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Cats. We’re hard work to get to know/like. But we do like you, we’re loyal and will stick by you. We also prefer night to the day.