about

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I’m Steve. British by passport, shaped by experience, and still here.
This is a place for the things that don’t sit comfortably elsewhere — the afterthoughts, the loose ends, the bits that don’t resolve neatly.

I write about memory, damage, and the long tail of experience. Sometimes that includes humour, sometimes it doesn’t. Mostly it involves noticing what’s left once the noise has died down.

This isn’t therapy, and it isn’t self-help. There are no lessons, no redemptive arcs, and no tidy conclusions. Just observations, written down carefully, before they disappear.

I write because silence has never improved anything.
Tea helps. Marginally.But not much.