Sometimes we purposely act like we don’t know what people are trying to say
A Week Of Thoughts #4
Wagatha Christie, Sheila Seleoane.
The Low, Malicious Hum
The beginning of the short story series: A fictionalised account of the cure to my childhood fear of flies
When People Hate You, When You Hate People
Paranoia, misjudgement, jealousy, delusion, self-hatred, compulsion. Consider those things as inborn parts of yourself.
A week of thoughts #3
Google is creating & selling souls, small hearts in British government, and Sri Lankan satisfaction
How to Feel Like Yourself
No, you have never felt like yourself before.
June: Sausage rolls, Suicide, Suicidal Plants.
Not reporting a theft could save a life, my mental health is no longer killing my plants.
Everyone’s a Critic: The Careless Commentator
If Drake and I and you and that guy over there were all releasing an equal amount of content, we’d all be a little kinder.
A week of thoughts #2
Strangers in the house and Gym culture (and clutching for straws)
Being Tired Can Change Everything
Youtube, good exhaustion, child Q, Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe/Annosheh Ashoori
The Evolution of a January
Wailing about the self-destructive waterlogged first month of the year, and learning how to escape it
Stories from the 2021
I’m bloody tired
A week of thoughts #1
It feels awkward, suspicious to be someone of few opinions.
I’m rebranding Crush-ball
Ever so slightly so that it barely matters
Don’t forget…
My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.
Black People are Real People
A fully alive, fully outstretched black person taking up as much space as they need is the most frightening black person, so be scary.
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?
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.
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