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
There are so many beautiful, brutal, exquisitely illuminating human experiences playing out all over the world every single moment. Sometimes I imagine them, and wonder if they’re real. Sometimes I wonder if all our imaginings are simply us being offered a glimpse of another’s reality. Another being; another time; another world. Would that be more… Read More »Imagining
I’m laughing at myself a little bit because I just read the first lines of my last post and realised that, even in my correction, I still only went as far as saying in an ideal world I could create the school that I want to send my son to; not that it already exists.… Read More »In an ideal world
I have a new fun thing to do before bed. I jog on the spot with my eyes closed and imagine I am running through beautiful scenery. Maybe it’s the effects of lockdown, but for some reason I find it enjoyable in a way it shouldn’t reasonably be. It might even be better than the… Read More »Bedroom athletics