And where do you say we start  to shake ourselves of our memories and reason?   To greet the bewildered road with our soggy  and aimless feet. With eyes streaming, now downcast from the round sky,  fingering the small hole at the centre of all the thinness.   You look something…

When my partner and I signed up for Sisters Academy Boarding School, we had absolutely no idea of what to expect. We jumped into it because it at some level appealed to us, but we could not explain to anyone – let alone ourselves – why. It turned out to…