We are the real stars. The ones in the sky are just balls of gas.
Life is a shared experience. Unity isn't what we do, it's what we are.
On a rainy Thursday evening in April 2019 a group of writers met in a small room above a bar. Brexit was in crisis. A critically divided and frustrated parliament that was running around in circles voting against everything. There was an overwhelming sense of sadness in the room.
Being writers the conversation was creative. If this was a novel, how would we write a future for the human race?
Let us know what you're up to out there guys.