We’re listening to a ghostly string quartet, lights dimmed, and everyone’s a little confused but the lecturer says its to set the deathly tone of our lecture on elegies. I’ve got a cup of banana flavoured black tea, which sounds disgusting as I type it, but it’s good. I wore a woolly jumper because it…… Continue reading In Fact, Not.
A midday Monday movie meant a near empty theatre, a short line up and only a slight negligence of my essay, due in a few short hours. First up, the film had textual integrity. It was a magical film on the whole, from a faultless cast to the stunning graphics, all atop a cherished story…… Continue reading Beauty and the Beast: Film Review
Magical Realism: a literary or artistic genre in which realistic narrative and naturalistic technique are combined with surreal elements of dream or fantasy. (According to Google) So magical realism is a dynamic genre of art in general, but I’ll be talking here about literature because that’s what I know about. Magical realism has a story set…… Continue reading Magical Realism
I complain about university plenty, but I had the best day ever the other day and now I see it through a rosy lens. So it started with a 9am lecture, and I filled my ridiculously large takeaway cup with far too much tea. The lecture passed quickly and I headed to the library. The…… Continue reading Cheating a Chai
Less dire than a danger zone, more existent than the friend zone. I’m talking, of course, about the comfort zone. As a young kid, you live without inhibitions or expectations, an unstoppable combination. As you age, you develop a comfort zone. With age, you might train yourself to leave your comfort zone; to remold and stretch…… Continue reading De Payser
This Trimester at university is the first where I’m doing classes I’m excited about. Like it isn’t just a prerequisite to sweep away or a mathematical mess because ‘what if I have to work in an office?’. It’s just “wow I guess I DO wonder how post-colonial literary criticisms shaped literature today”, or “who is…… Continue reading 100%
We talked on skype which was quite nice although it really wasn’t the same. it made me realise you’ll visit but you’ll never quite be back. and we’re doing good things and growing into adulthood’s big shoes, but all the world is sand and every situation rushes through my fingers and from my grasp. you…… Continue reading Skype Call