I want to own a property and plant a forest and watch it grow as I get old. I also want to live in a city and interact with people and drink coffee and see the lights and breathe in the arts and culture. Opposition is a funny thing, and I wonder if we can…… Continue reading 20 Acres and Bees
Not having much to say but saying it anyway seems to be my mode of choice. Mode of communication, mode of updating. I wonder if there’s a word for that sensation when you say one word too much and it loses its meaning. Like you just catch estrangement like a cold and it clings to…… Continue reading Estrangement Bug
It’s been a little while, and I write as if to an old friend. Like maybe someone wants to know exactly what I’ve been up to and why it’s not typing online, but it’s a story without inspiration and uninspired stories are often boring. I, however, have inspiration, maybe just a little bit, and sometimes…… Continue reading Old Friend
Maybe I write in this style too often, but uni just finished for the year and I’ve used up my words in essays. So maybe I write too much in this style. This “write the first thing that pops into my head” style of writing. It’s good for writer’s block though, I tell everybody that,…… Continue reading Life Work
Isn’t it strange how medicine keeps people alive until they’re 100 but it can’t make their mind strong until 100 or their bones and their skin strong until 100, and the last 15 years are pretty unpleasant? And you can really see evolution chasing its tail, because we stay alive for so long but our…… Continue reading Run On.
A habit becomes a chore when you stop caring about it. It might not be forever, but just day to day. But if you don’t want to do whatever it is you should, then the effort required to start the process must be greater than the result you expect. Writing is a chore when you’re…… Continue reading Chores and Privileges
I don’t know where to start. I don’t know what to say that might be profound or interesting or useful. And now I wonder, does it have to be? Interest emerges from nothing, sometimes, and you don’t need to try. Or else, it’ll be boring, and you’ll waste your time reading. Is there any wasted…… Continue reading Dear Subconscious,
