Holly Munks
-
Three months at the museum
I am unsure what I expected from my work placement as I headed to the Museum of Brands for my first day. Regardless, I can say that my experience surprised me, although my tasks were often predictable. I was simultaneously taken down a peg and built up by this brush with the realities of working…
-
The other side
Spring seems tantalisingly close this week. Below, some psychogeographical fiction, which I wrote during last winter’s bitterness. Mr Merrick’s colleagues from the post office said that Isleworth suited him; it was a stoic place, in as much as a town can be described that way. Its leafy riverside was beautiful, but the town was too…
-
“Fitter happier”
You don’t have to spend long on the internet, or basically anywhere youth congregates, to realise the past is undeniably present. Nostalgia is nothing new, but it takes on a certain potency in an algorithmic world; Spotify directs teens to Nirvana, Led Zeppelin and Elvis; gone are the days when tuned-in older relatives or friends…
-
A blue note
Since deciding to collect my thoughts here, in another cyber pool of self-indulgent musings, I have been browsing some of my old writing. This is painful, obviously, but not uninteresting. One of the pieces I tolerate surpisingly well was written when I was seventeen. It’s best described as a confession of guilt for neglecting my…
LIMEHOUSE BLUES 