The fingers of my left hand are partially numb, partially pained, because I just picked up my guitar for the first time in too long, and grabbed my lyrics book, and played some of my songs, and my fingers have no calluses left, and I don’t remember some of the chords, and I wasted my… Read More »“If no-one’s resonating on this frequency…”
How many people these days are falling in love with people they’ve never met? Never even had a single two-way interaction with? I have a proclivity for falling in love with people (and one may argue also objects and ideas) that are incapable of loving me back. So whether or not I fall in love… Read More »Unknown love
Lately, I keep turning up here with some burning desire to write abut something but, once I arrive, the impulse drains way. It seems, all of a sudden, so meaningless. It feels self-indulgent, and not in a ‘who do I think I am?’ way, which was actually once a driver for me to keep this… Read More »A hard fail
“Will you still love me if I don’t finish my PhD?” It was such a bizarre and preposterous question that I surely pulled a face. Firstly, why would I, or my love, give a flying fuck about his PhD? In fact, I probably deserved bonus points for loving him despite the fact that he decided… Read More »PhD
So, yesterday I decided to write a post (after a glass of wine or three, because sometimes it’s fun to write drunk) about how I was basically on Twitter because Lex Fridman. And I also mentioned how that was weird because Elon. And then, after posting, I bumbled around for a bit, drafting emails while… Read More »Conjuring
I have waded into Twitter. It seems a weird time to do that. Not because I have particular opinions on how Elon is managing things, given my up-to-this-point complete lack of investment, but more just because…Elon is managing things. And my coincidental presence feels like a statement that I’m not qualified or inclined to make.… Read More »Tweet tweet
There are many quirks of my psyche that I tussle with myself over whether to embrace or reject. One of those is that I do better, functionally, if I believe there is someone watching me at all times. If I imagine seeing myself, my words and my actions through their eyes, then my self, my… Read More »External
Time. Timetimetimetimetime. Where does it all go? Nowhere, you’re the one going places. I’ve been off on many tangents lately. Flittering about through fiction, illustration, leopard geckos and past traumas. And I keep coming back to the issue that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day to fully indulge myself in the explorations I… Read More »Flight.
I recently took my son on an exciting camping trip near Chester. We pitched our tent on a small site, made friends with the people with marshmallows, explored the haunted caravan, spent one long day at the aquarium and another, longer day at the zoo, then packed up early one morning and headed to a… Read More »Just me
There have been apocalyptic events on Earth at least a few times before, I think it’s fair to say. And each time, life prevailed. Not every light was extinguished. Instead, a small percentage of living creatures endured to crawl through the hellish wasteland that had once been their nurturing home, eking out a living in… Read More »Dark thoughts