The Return - in scattered parts
I’m opening my blog app on my phone for the first time in yonks, and this time with purpose. At a dimly lit station somewhere beyond Bridgend, I’m starting to write. I had an epiphany a couple of weeks ago that made me want to empty my thoughts out into the world in a way I otherwise hadn’t. And whilst I’m aware ‘Man endorses Booker Prize winning novel’ maybe isn’t a revelation, Samantha Harvey’s Orbital has become the heliocentre of my creative mind. Her style is sparse, plot lines so faint they give way to this wondrous poetry on the world and beyond. It’s achingly wonderful, it will demand rereads, not least so I can capture the quote that brought me back here in the first place. ‘There are no new thoughts, just old thoughts born into new memories’. One of the reasons I was put off writing this creatively, this personally, for so long was that fear of unoriginality. Many people know what the final year Uni strains are like, many of you have likely already read my articles from...