Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

Sometimes it feels like I am lying at the bottom of a murky pond, the weight of the dirty liquid pushing down on me, filling me up with secrets and filth. There are moments when I think it would be a relief to drown, for it all to be over. Nobody can see me down here, but then I was always rather invisible. The new world around me turns in slow motion just out of reach, while I remain perfectly still, down in the darkness.

Radio killed his TV star.

History is a mirror and we’re all just older versions of ourselves; children disguised as adults.