At the end of
At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face. Craig Stone
Craig Stone
Winter has arrived in
Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green leaves freeze from existence as children scream go faster to fathers who push them along in upside down bin lids, … Read more
I was staying in
I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and poured through the broken air conditioning, like tiny … Read more
Our problems come not
Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do. Craig Stone
Only the dying take
Only the dying take pleasure in the details of what the healthy fail to notice. Craig Stone
The sharpest tools in
The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job. Craig Stone
We only borrow the
We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed. Craig Stone
Sleep doesn’t come easy
Sleep doesn’t come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin. Craig Stone
When we’re young nothing
When we’re young nothing offends us, except adults telling us what should. Then when we become adults, nothing offends us, except we are offended on behalf of our young. Craig Stone
There really is no
There really is no time for wallowing in the miseries of life: we don’t have all the time in the world, we have all the world, and not enough time. Craig Stone