Hitting (Existential) Snooze.
I am plagued by fear. Inadequacy, failure, the floor collapsing under me in my own flat if I put a bag of frozen peas in the freezer. Discovering a method of transferring even a particle of this fear into something tangible and creative, helps keep the demons slightly quieter than they would normally be. The world is confusing, frightening, ugly, lonely and dying fast. Sometimes, I find contemp...