There’s a lot the urban world call tell us about ourselves if we take just a moment to look. A single discarded glove can remind us that we too are without a pair and abandoned by some capricious and malevolent god. A deserted kebab can force us to confront devastating realities about ourselves, and make us ask questions such as;

Why would you leave a perfectly good kebab in the street?

Is it okay to eat a random kebab in the street?

Why am I crying while eating this kebab in the street?

Why are people looking at me with disgust?

And much more.

This blog seeks to tease out these meanings so that we may better ourselves and fill the ever greater silence growing in the dark corners of our hearts and minds.

Please enjoy.