Wrote a long blog post; didn't like it. Here's the short version: I have called time on my PhD study to escape from the never-ending current of precarity and exploitation [which I was never subjected to but could see coming], finally falling into step with the most natural course my life could possible take: writing.… Continue reading Big change [the short version]
I turned 27 this week which is weird because I still feel like a confused teenager thrashing their way through a transformative adolescence. Did you ever stop still as a kid and wonder, just because you weren't thinking about it in that exact moment, if you could actually have forgotten your own name? Just for… Continue reading Factually, technically…numerically.
Going back to that Bob Dylan quote from yesterday... I change throughout the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.” ...I think I'm learning that the writer version of my many forms is nocturnal. I seem to get my… Continue reading I contain multitudes, Vol.2
If only it were as easy to follow through in the morning as it is to commit to grand plans late at night. This is classic small-hours rumination from yours truly. Lying on my back, staring into the black space where the ceiling should be and waiting for the melatonin to kick in, I'll idly… Continue reading I contain multitudes.
I wrote yesterday about change, self-discovery and better knowing oneself, and it lead me to think about the popular idea of 'coming of age'. I'm left with a question: How many times can a person come of age in a single lifetime? Obviously there are the traditional landmark events - consent, drinking, adulthood - which… Continue reading Coming of age
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. For a long time I didn't really understand this quote, attributed to Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr and meaning the more things change, the more things stay the same. Honestly, I still don't think I do, but it has a ring of truth? credence? awareness? about it, particularly when… Continue reading The more things change…