From Great Heights has been a work in progress for what feels like decades, A labour of exhaustion, of frustration, and sometimes, love. It is a lonely, lovely, sort of collection. You know the ones that refuse to collect dust on your bookshelves, though their neighbours are coated in the remnants of the stuff? Stubborn, terrible things they are.
From Great Heights spans the distance between the sun and sea, the spaces between mythology and religion. The stars that exist within our bones, that are so desperate to go home, are captured in these words, and thus written eternal.
Go on then, devour, consume.
