Joe Williams

Grabbing life by the walls

For 27 years I didn't have a body. When I was a tiny child I worked out that, despite my chromosomes vehemently disagreeing, I am male. But my small scared self couldn't quite process the disparity between my body and soul, let alone tell anyone. So I think my brain sort of detached itself as a survival mechanism. I floated aimlessly about with my mind lost to music, books, films and day dreams. You don't need a body to write and sing. I could be a floating mass of consciousness, my physical form serving as little more than a perfunctory vessel.