Henry Broome
is a writer and critic from London, with bylines BOMB Magazine, Art Monthly, The Times Literary Supplement and Flash Art, writing on the poetics of cityscapes, abandoning inhibition and the way desire shifts perspective.
is a writer and critic from London, with bylines BOMB Magazine, Art Monthly, The Times Literary Supplement and Flash Art, writing on the poetics of cityscapes, abandoning inhibition and the way desire shifts perspective.
Reading the diary of the one you love would be the only sure way to find out their true feelings. I came in through the door and she was standing in the middle of the room, declaring herself, smiling at me in her cute way, rolling her lower lip like a naughty child, playing caught in the act. ‘I did something bad…I looked in your diary.’