What is love? Everyone has an answer, some less fruity than others. I have considered the cynics and the romantics. Our material culture is saturated with a desperate emptiness, singing of an answer called Love. I have heard the songs, I have watched the films, promising utopias of Happily Ever After. And then, occasionally, I […]Read more "What is Love I: Starting Again"
Perhaps we are all metaphors of ourselves. Perhaps we start life like sketches, which slowly get filled with with daubs and washes of colour – huge blobs of primary colours, two-dimensional and flat. And then as we progress life anoints us with some shadow and nuance, so we don’t rust so much as weather; we […]Read more "A Work in Progress"
“So…what are you going to do after you graduate?” In all honesty, I am a little tired, and more than a bit terrified of this query. One cannot help but feel a little tired past the sixty-fifth or so time being asked this same question, so I decided to lay it out in a post. […]Read more "Confessions of a Frightened Wanderer"
Why do we travel? About three weeks ago, after much deliberation, hemming and hawing, I embarked on a trip. Contextualising it in the time frame of other friends who were also going overseas at the time, my trip may have been mistaken (by others and myself) for what is commonly understood these days as a […]Read more "The Great Affair"
Like squirrels, we sometimes stash our histories and tragedies in little fragments and corners of the world, and then promptly forget about them. Little glimpses: words and pictures, smells and sounds. Above:from the instarchives, 53 weeks ago Below: from the instapost one day ago Last evening , as I stepped off the bus home, one […]Read more "Slivers, Skies & Sandwiches"
So why do you like her? Obvious as it sounds this was a question that used to stump me quite a good bit whenever I was in a relationship. I remember the earliest answer I generated, when someone asked me this question about my first girlfriend. With nearly a decade since of hindsight, I realise […]Read more "Songs & Sentences"
Buyer, climber, dreamer beware: it feels empty at the summit. I went to collect my graduation gown today. It was a rather uneventful experience. You turn up, tell them your name, they look up the sizes you had previously indicated prior to the collection day, you try on the gown – die a little […]Read more "USP Lives: Wearing the Last Skin"