Bell ChanMuscle MemoryI’m stifled by routine, the kind that escapes the grasps of your fingertips seamlessly, one that repeats to become so in sync it transpires…Nov 27, 2015Nov 27, 2015
Bell ChanAbysmal EschatologyThere is a hole here where you used to be. And the seams on its side are tearing apart, in shreds, all tatters and threads, Like a barmy…Nov 7, 2015Nov 7, 2015