... if there even is such a thing. I keep meaning to tell you about this lovely time I've had recently, but then get distracted by the world, by Christmas, by injustice, and by the seeming complexity of

This Uber driver the other day, saying, you know how, miss, and I hope to God I don't offend ya, but you know how over summer, you store your good winter clothes away, and when you take them out, they've

Take times of adversity to reming me how far I've still to walk in my own yoga practice. It's fair to say I've felt deeply at odds with my body over the last month. Betrayed and forced to realize I'm not

Well, I guess the universe didn't like me talking so high and mighty about how young and fancy I was feeling last week, because it sent me a rather unpleasant, painful one which landed me in not one, but

A conversation I had with someone on here many years ago remains with me to this day. When the person, a fellow youth who's long since left the platform, asked me what I would do with myself if money weren't

Only, is it ever really another universe, when it comes to sci-fi? Or just modalities of our own, reimagined? These last few weeks, admittedly, have been slow. And largely static. Periodically, the Universe

I was astounded yesterday, hearing my cousin complain about being and feeling old. Too old, more specifically. Hating the fact that he had aged and was, shockingly, no longer 18. I didn't rightly know

A few weeks back, I listened to a lovely, fairly short talk by academic Arthur Brooks on the worrying, baneful effects of social media and smartphones on young (and not so young) minds. Talking on a very

Once we started, it was hard to stop. Play peek-a-boo behind the windowblinds. Pushing fabric out of the way. Kissing each other hard and long. Each time, like a saying goodbye. We got used to going through

I feel there's things I can get away with not telling. I long to sleep in the shallow, and let the waves carry me out far. Freedom is said to be miles from the shore, yet how is it I feel such a wondrous

Trying to tell you a little bit of everything with this post, so bear with me and my outlandish title. I was thinking last night on the comfort of home. I had something of a long day, and was just noticing

After an eight-year absence, I've recently returned behind the wheel. I got my license right after I turned eighteen, and drove for about two years sporadically. But then, life slid by, I got out of practice,

As some of you following this blog may have noticed, a couple months ago, @godfish and I kicked off a fun and quirky little passion project, which we called the Dead Pets Society. The? Is it just Dead

Well, isn't it sometimes interesting how nothing goes the way you'd imagined it. I have something of a loose, ever-changing life schedule, which I admit I rather enjoy. Since I didn't have anything planned

She sits on the bathtub edge, feet perched precariously on a time-slip soap-bubble. Comforting, the light-shallow breeze wafts in through the open door. Every ounce of her, inviting sin in. The promiscuity

I don't "do" small talk. And must admit I've always been a tad proud of my dislike for small talk. Like many, I find it a sign of intelligence, in a way. Like, I don't need to rely on filler

Well, I thought I'd have a more clear idea when I sat down to write this, but I guess that's not the case. I had (what I hope is) a once in a lifetime experience today - I shot a gun. For my birthday at

We in Europe tend to think that radical acceptance and blind tolerance is the only way to atone for a past which, judged in its rightful context, would make no true historian shudder. The 21st century

I've always had significant trouble sitting in one box. When I was only a writer, I found the mystery explained and carried itself. Nobody quite seemed to know what that was like, as long as it didn't

've dragged on ths laptop more than would be reasonable to expect from any one devce. 5 years now? Heavy use. Bangng and travelng across Europe. Splls. Sun. Overheat. As the more perceptve have noted there