S.A.D: Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think I had it, I’m not sure, but I think I had it. Why? Because when those grizzly clouds rolled in from the Atlantic and firmly planted themselves on my city for the duration of what felt like 100 dark years, drowning out the Sun in a sea of monotone of Communist grey. I found myself slipping in to a depressed state of work, sleep, work sleep and really achieving very little in the way of a social or creative life. The constant drizzle, freezing temperatures and depressively short days made it impossible to explore this...