Bad Brains
Turns out brains – and headaches, more specifically – aren’t something anyone knows fuck-all about.
Turns out brains – and headaches, more specifically – aren’t something anyone knows fuck-all about.
On illness, writing, reading, and Douglas Adams.
A tale of independence, illusion, and intracranial intrigue, in which I am both the stranger and the land.
Screeds, sneezes, and stories in equal measure.
Being immunocompromised right now feels like living through a real-life ‘The Last of Us’ – only even more hopeless.