At a house party in North London, a man called Nelly puts a lighter in my hand and tells me to pay attention. It takes twenty-six years to understand what I was given.
In between: a record label sold to Sony, dancing under full moons in East Africa, a divine being made of rainbow light, a foul-mouthed guru, a dandelion seed, and a trail of coincidences that refused to stop.
Written in a single burst. Generations in the making.
The Split: Adventures In The Everything. Autumn 2026.
Contact: oliver@olivermoira.com
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