Author: Hali

  The power of names and by extension the power of words.   Now as you are reading these words, you are taking part in one of the wonders of the natural world, for you and I belong to a species with remarkable abilities to shape events in...

The years 1998 and my mother screams from the top of her lungs to turn the volume down as the day neared sunset. I remember the speaker was dialled to the max, to the song Revolution 909 by Daft Punk. Mother, she used to observe the...

It was the beginning of Autumn and the start of a new year, the first of many school years to come. I recall the smell of playdough, crayons and PVC bonded with the mucus and tears of the children in my class. “Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein The chairs were perfectly sized for us little people and the Victorian classroom appeared far grander than it was. You could see the trees and field afar from inside the thin cold steamed glass arches. Mrs Ferguson liked to talk about the leaves and had decided to spontaneously take the children outside to explore the fallen leaves (she loved tracing with crayons far too much- she always smelt of wax and herbs).