Kill Your Darlings

Faulkner first said this about writing, then Ginsberg, then Stephen King. It’s one of my mantras, but why? Let’s forget about writing. Kill your darlings but kill your enemies too. Not literally, but the ones we carry in our hearts. Forgive them by yourself, and cut your own heart into a million pieces. I feel... Continue Reading →

Leaving just to come back in again

Have you ever walked into a room confused, stepped back into where you came from, then turned around and came back into the room and spot what you came for, which you had missed and forgotten about the first time you had walked into the room? Escher Have you ever looked out into the ocean... Continue Reading →

Awareness as a currency

Who do you spend the most time on? What do you worry about the most? Where do you wish you’d rather be? Have you poked your thoughts enough to make sure they are your own? Have you already noticed how you eat way too fast, not chewing your food, not choosing your words, always missing... Continue Reading →

On craving and rejecting intimacy

I am part of a generation that feels abandoned. Picture a child, left alone all day with other children, and then left alone all alone. Resenting the parents it was gifted, because they were no parents at all.And thus was their role; I was born to call my mother by her first name. Now, when... Continue Reading →

Is patience really just distraction?

I’m asking cause I have no clue. The only time I am patient is when frankly, I have other stuff to worry about. I think my problem with patience is that I link it with some strange power struggle. Sometimes being patient can be patronising, and sometimes when you think you’re being patient you’re actually... Continue Reading →

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