As I sat in my childhood room for the last time listening to The Cure and thinking about all the other 23-year-olds who soundtracked their goodbyes with Robert Smith, I realised that I am a part of the lucky few who will be moving out during UK lockdown number three. Up until this point, I had only felt excitement about leaving the four walls I had spent the past almost-year staring at, willing...

Violent streaks of orange & pink soak the cream coloured clouds, drowsy in the sky and moving slowly. They engulf the distant buildings, across the city, above the radio towers. Reflections from the glass wall paint your face with sweet colors, and fill your eyes with wildflower blooms. Bright red lipstick kiss, and strawberry tinged veins. Shivering and alive.But everything is cold now,The...