I think zoeego has come to a natural end. I keep writing drafts and not wanting to post them and I think what this means is that deep down I don’t want to write here anymore. Tomorrow is the last day of the decade so in a way it’s fitting to leave it here, preserveContinue reading “Well, this is goodbye”
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”
The title of this blog is my all time favourite line from any song, ever (excluding “up to my ass in alligators , let’s get it on with the alligator haters” by the great Anthony Kiedis). Bon Iver music isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it is mine. In fact I’d go as far asContinue reading “And at once I knew I was not magnificent”
I recently got back from a brilliant week’s holiday in Massachusetts. My friend had her wedding just outside a little town called Groton by a big, quiet lake surrounded by forest. It was beautiful, all of it. The wedding, the lake, the white wood-clad New England houses with their dolls-house dormer windows and immaculately stripedContinue reading “Supermarkets: the beating heart of America”
I feel like I’ve had an epiphany. It’s like the time I figured out where we go when we die (our brains are just transmitters picking up signals from a remote life source, and our ‘selves’ aren’t really present in our bodies like we’ve always thought, but powered remotely from one single immense energy sourceContinue reading “Sugar-free life tastes like freedom”
Every relationship on Earth is different. I’ve always thought the English language is disappointingly limited when it comes to love.
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.
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…