On The Act Of Insanity

‘I used to watch him from my balcony, spinning, rotating like a shrunken ballerina, arms flailing, hands flapping, like a playground helicopter, bright yellow hair staining the road like the spark of a fresh match. Nobody took any notice of him; passers-by passed him by without a flinch, without a second thought. No curiosity, no panic, scorn dulled by familiarity’

My creative non-fiction piece, ‘The Act of Insanity’ was published by Cha Literary journal this month.

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