Gareth E Rees’s work blends memoir, speculative fiction, occult interests and landscape writing, creating a form of psychogeographic […]
psychogeography
Pissing on the Ridge After a year in Hastings we were still cooking on a camping stove. In […]
Hell is empty and all the devils are here. Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard. Everyone who’s […]
Epping Forest is as unlikely to pique my interest as Sherwood Forest, or any of the other British […]
What’re ya in for, punk? he said, when the cell door slammed behind me and the locks all […]
The nights I could not sleep, I would walk. There is an idea that London never sleeps; this […]
