Fucking trust me to add something like ‘serum’ to my word game. Fuck knows what else I have lying in wait to shoehorn into relevance. When it comes to skincare, I like serums. High concentration, minimal residue. For many years I had no skincare routine at all – I didn’t even wash my face –… Read More »Wordgame: Serum
I have had two memorable experiences of a visceral split in my life. I’m not referring to a mere change in external factors, but rather a feeling deep within me of being torn asunder. The first, when Polaris disappeared, was abrupt, catastrophic and incomprehensible. The only way I could describe it at the time was… Read More »Wordgame: Split
A symbol of modern Western comfort. We all live in a magical world. But there are different kinds of magic. Those of us lucky enough to sit in our armchairs every day if we like are inherently more subject to a certain, and altogether intoxicating, kind of magic. A magic of instant gratification, world at… Read More »Wordgame: Armchair
I’ve decided to play a game. I’ve written a bunch of random words on teeny tiny pieces of paper. Well, maybe not random, exactly. Just whatever the fuck came into my head as I was writing, really. They will live in a box with an elephant on. Not relevant, but true nonetheless. Every day (edit:… Read More »Word association
Sometimes, I look in the mirror and think FUCKING HELL, I’M FUCKING GORGEOUS! The world should be expressing endless gratitude for the privilege of gazing upon my fucking splendour, so magnificent is my visage! Then, other times, I let out an involuntary vocalisation as I am physically accosted by my own tired, grey appearance. I… Read More »Stone cold fox
I watched another one. I watched another Christmas rom-com. Except this one was one of those rom-coms with a twist – you know the ones where the romantic interest turns out to be a ghost? Yeah. One of those. And look, I quite like it when the outcome isn’t girl gets guy and they live… Read More »With a twist
Sometimes it’s best to just stuff your sin away in a cupboard and get on with your life. My home, as I may have mentioned, has been something of a visual cacophony these past few months, and I couldn’t seem to get on top of it, or even really make any headway with it. Week… Read More »The power of a cupboard
Lately, I have been numbing with noise. There are worse vices. But it has become a diminishing factor in my life. I can’t seem to go anywhere without an input available, and I’m not being as deliberate about quality as I usually would be, either. I can tell it’s making my existing meditation practice as… Read More »Lurking in wait
Joy is the most difficult emotion to experience. It’s so precarious. We are so vulnerable. What we have can be stolen so quickly; so easily; so unpredictably. It’s safer to just stay fine. If we don’t let joy in, we can’t be hurt when we inevitably lose the source of our joy. When it dies,… Read More »Joy
You know what I would prefer? Would you perhaps prefer to save your most cringe-inducing confessions for a private journal, instead of plastering them on the unforgiving coastal rockface of the internet where, one day, when you least expect it and perhaps have more to lose, they could be dredged up and aired out in… Read More »Easy way out