A S H Smyth

I oughta have brought you here.

She said she didn’t want to be with someone else. But the one she wanted to be with wasn’t me.

… and it was here, while re-reading an article by the American critic James Wood on the oneiric nature of the writings of ‘Max’ Sebald, that I found myself impressed more and more by the feeling that it was in fact Wood himself who had at least once previously caused me to look up the […]

When my girlfriend told me she’d cheated, I said that I had too. It seemed the quickest way to hurt her. And to spare her sorrow.

‘Sometimes, when I finish typing a sentence I like, I flick my hand up from the keyboard like a pianist at the end of a piece. But this was not one of those times.’