The Voice Inside: Writing As Homecoming

Thanks for the typos mate

There’s something quietly thrilling about realising you’ve been wrong about yourself.

For years, I thought I had myself more or less figured out. I knew what I did, how I spoke, what I contributed. I filled out forms with “occupation” and answered questions about what I was into—books, sure; music, of course; writing? Yeah, a bit. But nothing serious. Th…