Philosophy graduate, librarian and human man. Dreadful bastard.
I have depression. That’s the first time I’ve ever written that down (actually, maybe even said it; I tend to wax euphemistic) and something about the statement sounds off, doesn’t it? There’s a tin note somewhere in it. Maybe it’s the ‘have’. I don’t have depression like I have……
By GS Barratt
Her body stopped swinging late on an August afternoon. The curtains were drawn and it was stuffy and half-dark like an equatorial storm. Outside, the carbon clouds of a family barbecue. Burnt sausages and charcoal and the temporary friendship of cousins. She had…