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Right to Work
Relentless work, enforced breaks and accepting circumstances without constant, driven activity
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My Doppelgänger
In a vivid dream, the protagonist, Abigail, encounters a doppelganger version of herself, who comes to exist after a mistake Abigail made
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A Week of Thoughts #14
Happiness has declined in women and girls, while dissatisfaction in black women who use Asian-owned beauty supplies has remained about the same
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We Should Really Get Back to the Dog: Part Four
The dinner party ends in turmoil. Jade, Cleo and the dog encounter the joys of being forgotten. Final chapter.
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We Should Really Get Back to the Dog: Part Three
After some days away, Jade and Cleo dread the dog. All are invited to a dinner party.
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We Should Really Get Back to the Dog: Part two
Jade and Cleo’s Mother sews seeds of doubt into their new livng arrangements, Jade wilfully forgets to buy dog food, again.
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We Should Really Get Back to the Dog: Part one
Sisters Jade and Cleo find a place to live, but their three rich housemates force them to look after an unwanted dog in return. (the revised version of a university project)
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Curiosity Killed the Cat, Slowly
Yes, artificial intelligence will kill us all, in a leisurely manner.
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Self-preservation
I chickened out of climbing Dunns river and noted that I’m going to live for a long time, but to what avail?
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The Beginnings of People and Things
The Guardian’s slave ties, and our capacity for living beyond the present
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ENCORE: EU-ROPE-ING while Black: one story
I’m somewhere in Europe this week, let’s hope it goes far better than it did two years ago.
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ENCORE: The Evolution of a January
I wrote this in January of last year, here it is again for its relevance.
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A Week of Thoughts #9
There is something tiring, terrifying about the frequency of my ‘work dreams’.
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A Week of Thoughts #8
We’re in the first circle of hell- the limbo end-of-year period, and I’m reflecting on some things that have resuscitated me throughout the year.
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A Week of Thoughts #7
I had the flu and I nearly ruined my life. Christianity is now a minority faith in England and Wales.
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Doorless Homes: Part two
A dystopian short story about the presence of mysterious government-owned homes that disappear people in a future where London has broken down: Part 2 of 3.
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Day by Day…
When there’s nothing really to say, you write a diary entry about being weird for profit, and newly empty rooms.
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Answer my Question: What Makes a Human Being?
Why are only some people allowed to feel grief, anger and frustration with a fullness? Why are people born before the 20th century terrifying?
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Doorless Homes: Part one
A dystopian short story about the presence of mysterious government-owned homes that disappear people in a future where London has broken down: Part 1 of 3.
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ENCORE: ‘Don’t Ask Me How She’s Doing: The Story of Grandma, Dementia and The House of Seven.’
Please take this republication of my very first blogpost: “Having Dementia in the house carries with it an onslaught of inside jokes.”
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A Week of Thoughts #6
Why people who don’t read read on Sundays, the importance of personal style evolution, and the spectacle of grief
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A Week of Thoughts #5
My grandma keeps changing, I am reading a physical book because it is an important one, and I can’t hate the queen
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The Gulf: Britain’s Missing Persons Crisis
Long feature on Britain’s missing persons crisis: June 2019
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Sometimes We Don’t Want to Understand
Sometimes we purposely act like we don’t know what people are trying to say
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The Evolution of a January
Wailing about the self-destructive waterlogged first month of the year, and learning how to escape it
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EU-ROPE-ING while Black: one story
They just watched us get darker and darker, welcoming in the deeper glow, disgusted. But what could they do?
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Black Tragedy: One Familiar Story of Blackness
His story isn’t unique to him. The details may be, but the overall portrait of his circumstances lend themselves to the narratives of black people murdered by the streets all over.
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Come Out Swinging: Boxing saves
A long read on boxing’s saviour role in the lives of London’s young boys from inside a local youth boxing club, written months before the world lost its head