Most words in most conversations don’t harbour much value to me after I’ve heard or spoken them; I always distinctly remember the thoughts or ideas I’ve been left with and the emotions of myself and whomever I spoke to, but I seldom recall the exact words. I can always recite a conversation I’ve had with someone if a cat was present – for some reason.
Read MoreI choose to separate myself from my past through a developed vernacular and confident extemporising. I dislike talking about my past too much: when I do, I expose myself. I use un-insightful language and miss details, provoking hyperbole
Read MorePeople say the peak of happiness is the moment right before you attain what you desire. Once you have it, you realise the thing you chased after was nothing as special as you imagined.
And so, I died at 20.
Read MoreDid evolution lead us to instrumental music like it did to fire? While we could make sounds with our throats and our hands, was the creation of reverberating string symbolic of another age? The String Age?
Read MoreI don’t remember the first time I was frightened. Perhaps, if I thought about it longer, I might vaguely recollect a childhood memory of the dark or an unfamiliar face. But there’s still no way of knowing if that was the first.
Read MorePerhaps what these traditional crafts offer us is not only a chance to slow down, but to subtly rebel against a destructive culture of overconsumption. When it takes weeks - if not months - to craft a new item, that item becomes much more valuable.
Read MoreDining tables and chairs means sitting beside someone you care about and dragging your chair to sit a bit closer. Soon tangled wooden legs represent closeness and nearness, symbolising lovers' desire for a place in each other's hearts.
Read MoreThere is a hatred that festers under your skin, so visceral and primal, a contempt for yourself that you dare not speak aloud. The hatred burns, scorching flames peeling away at your skin. The fire does not rebirth you; you are no phoenix.
Read MoreLucia looked at her plate in silence. She never stood up for herself when he screamed at her. Feelings were constantly bottling up inside her. Her sense of inadequacy would tighten around her throat like a rope.
Read MoreTo think this all comes from the birds that have been grounded, rather than the many that still fly ahead. Those moments where the temporality of everything starts to slow down, and you start to think about things like this.
Read MoreDoes it not sound wrong? The term mixed race. It suggests that we have been placed into an ethnic blender, that we are not part of one species, but we have been diluted or changed.
Read MoreI am an old haunt frequented by the cruel, unforgiving ghosts of loneliness.
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