Why is no one, I wondered, specifically considering ME and MY feelings?
After David Graeber’s death, I posted a quote from his book Bullshit Jobs to my Twitter account. It skewered the absurdity of how we’ve come to…
I used to have a secret admirer or stalker depending on which way you want to look at it, that would send envelopes stuffed with dried flowers or those…
A fight over a bus window. Though it was frosty outside and they were sopping wet with condensation, I wanted to crack one open to let out the stench of…
The springs had broken under the nook of the sofa that I’d claimed as mine while it dawned that Trump was going to win the 2016 Presidential race. But I…
I am not prepared for this level of intimacy. I haven’t had the level three regime of pampering that would put me at ease to be in this position…
“Solitude is the luxury of the rich.” I think that’s by Camus or maybe from a fortune cookie. Either way, it’s a line I like to quote. Solitude has…
Before the arrival of our family’s first computer, I had been manic to the point of hyperventilating. It was bought, we thought, in an ‘off the back of…
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'A Spoonful of Dread'