Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Photography

  • Stain’d

      Each individual is nothing on their own. Spirits that grow in the shade. Keep yourself hidden. Turn your back and stay within. Modern cities and integrity. The merchandising of memory. Brands to keep us slaves, to keep us safe from harm. Open up. Speak truths hidden from sight. Can’t release. Can’t find the words Read more

  • Self Portrait As Writer

        all those truths left unuttered and obscure embracing the night alone with our hearts searching out secrets like headlights in the snow we could’ve taken it all be we never had the guts to discover for sure and then we never recovered oh these hours bring me down but as long as the Read more

  • Words Beneath A Photo

      This was taken on my birthday. I am thirty. Old and young at the same time. Full of dreams, and haunted by ghosts. I’m lazy. I’m an underachiever. I’m bored. I’m full of secrets. Never grow up. Never act your age. Do what you want. Always. Read more

  • Sunny Afternoon

    In the English countryside, I’m surrounded by fields of corn and the history of ages.  On lazy Sunday afternoons, all you can do is smile. Despite everything that might be wrong, just go for a walk and let it all go, if only for a few hours.  Away from everyone, I’m at one with myself. Read more

  • Thoughts on Turning 30

                The people I went to school with are settled down now. Married, kids of their own, the lot. But here I am, single, poor, and clinging to fanciful dreams of being a writer. Age doesn’t mean a thing to me; I couldn’t care less that I’m nearly thirty. The Read more

  • More English Fields

    More fields and clouds. No women, only solitude. Away from the tedious minds and bodies of others, I feel at one with myself, calm. The sun brings back memories, and it’s warmth makes my blood feel good. Nature helps me to understand things, to let go of junk. And there’s too much junk, not enough Read more

  • An English Field

          Today. After work, I walked through an English field. It took me two hours in all. At one point, I stumbled across a girl with blonde hair reading a book not far from where this photo was taken. Miles from nowhere, I was worried she would panic at my sudden appearance, fearing Read more

  • Moodswings

    As natural as sorrow Read more

  • Photos

     Clouds, stone. Sunday afternoon in an aged state of wonder.    Self-Portrait whilst wearing favourite jumper. Indifferent. Read more