In a world of Reels this and TikTok that, something romantic buried deep within me still longs for the written word. I may not consume it as much as I once did - I too am consumed by moving images in my downtime - but I feel the irresistible urge to put a metaphorical pen to a digital page.
Unconventional in 2023, yes, probably and perhaps I'll be the only sorry sod to read what musings spiral from my grey matter, but alas, they are no less important.
If you don't know me (and why should you?) I'm 31 - at the time of writing - a cyclist (obviously), a husband, dog father and proud person of colour. I hail from the paradise island of Jamrock, known to most as Jamaica, on one side with a fine balance of good old-fashioned caucasian on the other.
I see this journal as a bit of an outlet, a way to decompress, hold myself to account and lay a pathway that I may one day wish to revisit. Maybe you'll join me here and stay a while, but if you're just passing through thanks for dropping in.
Who knows, I have a feeling this could be a space for many, but that may yet need fleshing out.
In the words of the fellow Croydon-born lyricist, Loyle Carner, take these words and go forward.
Ciao for now
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