I didn’t understand why I couldn’t understand. It was a feeling of complete confusion, trying to sort of the things coming out of her mouth into my head. It didn’t work.
When you’re 11 years old, you move to secondary school and decide who you want to be for the next few years.
When you’re sixteen, you begin to deal with the pressures of adult society and learn about people in a way you didn’t know before.
When you’re eighteen, you decide on a university or a job. In other words the conveyor belt, or the other conveyer belt.
And when you’re 21, you have to decide on what’s next.
Why don’t we stop smiling when we don’t feel like smiling?
For close to three months, Billy-Mai had belongings stored all over the place and was coach surfing across London without a place to call home.
When recently visiting Hollywood on a road trip through Los Angels, I realised that there is one simple thing people forget to keep in mind about this historic place. It’s old.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to throw up, burp, or go to the toilet, or all three at once.
My mind was failing to do its one and only job: function.