Travel is chicken soup for the soul – a possibly augmented quote (source-file_not-found) heard in passing, years ago, cemented into a fire-pit with flames regularly stoked by the prospect of adventuring to far off lands. With each new leap forward in technology, our world becomes smaller, more accessible for...
There’s static everywhere. Vague ideas form grey-grey-white-black shapes, almost indiscernible against the grey-grey-white-black background. flicker, flicker, flicker. Everything is jumbled and it’s such an extraordinary amount of effort to collect these hazy half-ideas, quarter-musings, fractions of fragments and mould them into something resembling a coherent train of thought. I’m...
I MADE IT OUTSIDE. AND IT WAS SUNNY. It’s been a mix of really alright-but-still-fecking-freezing and holy-shit-no-i’m-not-leaving-my-flat weather, recently. And adding that to wow-hi-there-dissertation-wait-no-what means that, uh, my life is uni and study and uni and class and uni and THE DIAMOND and possibly the SU. Not the Winter...
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