A Collection of Nothings

Somewhere in the span of a few weeks, I scrambled to complete my last assignment for university, heart-spinningly moved house after being in the same room for three years, gobbled up the BTI Graduation Breakfast, and got on an eight-hour flight to the town to which I...

Dear Aslan

Oh Aslan, Aslan. I understand now. I understand.  It’s been so long. So long since I watched a movie of Narnia. Since I saw you.  The oh-so-familiar scenes of Prince Caspian flash across the flatscreen TV. Sunlight pouring across forest floors, glacial rivers...

What You Find Backstage

I’m choking on phlegm, and the uncommon edge on the morning air tells me that winter isn’t as kind to my throat as I had hoped. The curtain is still drawn, and I think it must be past 8 o’clock for the thin line of sunshine on the wall beside it....