It doesn’t matter how successful you are, or how many times you havedyed your hair purple and walked out onto the stage of a local folkfestival holding a note book and a banjolele. It makes no odds howmany pairs of boots you own, or sex you have had with strangers. It doesn’t even matter how many times you have scooped up thesmashed up porridge of your heart and poured it back into the jellymould of your ribs. What matters is that we keep moving forward, despite ourselves, despite everyone else… that we remember that life is not a hamsterwheel but an ocean, a road, a dirt track; or whatever crap metaphoryou can think of which basically says: grow up and up and up and up. Get old with hunger, don’t cling onto what was and starve. Show Me Life is all about that. It peers into dark corners of sexualityand strolls along Italian city streets. It free-falls into love and then teststhat love over and over. It gets sad and thoughtful, pregnant and angryand then splinters into a billion pieces and becomes something quitedifferent. Something with a lot more to lose. | Show Me Life by Liv Torc, Paperback | Indigo Chapters