Each and every year, on the final day before my birthday, my internal monologue postpones business as usual and gets stuck in an infuriating loop of: ‘this is the last time I’m going to [insert activity] as an [insert age] year-old’. Today is my last day of being 27 and I just got back from theContinue reading “Goodbye twenty-seven, I will never see you again”
I haven’t written here for a while, so I suppose I should. The sky cleared just as I finished work today – like the weather somehow knew it was Friday evening and for once felt like doing something nice for us. I switched my laptop off and escaped my flat for a walk down toContinue reading “An unexpectedly sunny evening”
Not that I’m a pessimist or anything. I’m just potently aware of my own – and everyone else’s, mortality, and there’s nothing like the sudden arrival of New Year’s Eve to bring it all rushing to the surface. Cheers! In Western culture we have a tradition of marking the start of each year with aContinue reading “We survived another year on this inevitable road to death”
That’s the thing about Vegas. It’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s not.
Sorry. I know it’s a trite title. Or tritle, if you will. It’s just that existential crises are all the rage this AW16 season, like bomber jackets and off-the-shoulder dresses and feminism, and I don’t want to miss out.
Technically time doesn’t go quickly. It goes at the same speed, depending on how you’re measuring it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the differences between people lately.
Instinct tells me not to write a post about religion. Nothing provokes so much anger, so much disdain as religion. However, on Sunday I listened to a very thought-provoking sermon at church that I want to share with you, and with Christmas only three days away I thought it would be a pertinent topic to bring to the virtual table…
There is one particular area of life we are allowed – encouraged even, to judge. It’s the gladiator’s coliseum of the modern day: the world of celebrity.