I like to think of my occupation (that which occupies my time, so my job as well as my degree) not as work, but as Purpose. I am on my way towards my purpose now. A brilliant career awaits me, and whatever hell the next seven years throws at me, the career I’ll have at … Continue reading »
Automata
Today I learned a new work in my psychology lecture: Automata. Things that illustrate this include the following:
2010 in review
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health: The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow. Crunchy numbers A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 9,600 times in 2010. That’s about 23 full 747s. In … Continue reading »
The Future (Again)
I have been accepted. I am going to enter into an undergraduate degree next year. And the following two years, at least. Hopefully then I will have the opportunity to take on an honours year, and then gain entry into a masters program. During that time I will be broke. I won’t have any money, … Continue reading »
Home Alone on a Friday Night
A lot of the time I don’t feel like I’m a writer. I hardly ever write, and when I do it’s almost always to absolutely no end other than to appease my mind, to quiet my brains thoughts when I’m trying to get some shut-eye. Then again, I do think that a writer is a … Continue reading »
Show me your tribe
I used to think I was a waif. There was a time when my home was so hard to define that the only tribe I could possibly call my own would be a tribe so nomadic, so diasporic that to call it anything immediately cancelled itself out. I just looked up the meaning of the … Continue reading »
post apocalypse shoes
I am in love. You’ll find me wearing these post apocalypse. I’ll be one of those renegade women fighting for her life in the ruins of the city, rummaging through rich apartment blocks swiping morsels of old cafeteria stores for the children I’m keeping alive underground. I’ll stumble across these one day in an abandoned … Continue reading »
Drinking defunct industrialism
Drinking defunct industrialism In my Minds eye I see the truth I see a vision of my Self In better health In air that Rolls Instead of Folding I find my Self In a forest Green In a wishing Well Wishing out of this This this is all I am. Drive On through the sparkling … Continue reading »
Shea Butter
Unclip the lid. Take a breath of days gone by. Inhale charmed vapours, Soft skin, steam on glass shower windows. Fogged up mirror and soft towels later, Milk and Honey, white cream built memories brought on by inward breath in a lane, Coles Isle 10. Clip the lid shut. Get back to your shopping, that was a lifetime … Continue reading »
Four years and I still remember
Four years and I still remember well the salt in your hair, the sticky sea smell like straw, all curls and scrunched. Long like Jolie and black it stuck to me while you slept. I’d twirl bunches of the stuff and stare long into our white winter ceiling. Heater on high I rolled over while … Continue reading »
