by extrapolation, i am the product of a million million stars exploding and planets knocking into each other like marbles. i am the product of space glitter carried by asteroids and meteors swung around the universe by gravity and smacked around like pinballs hitting table features. by extrapolation, i am the product of a million… Continue reading desperation


my dear, dear roxy. you were such a well behaved bird. i know you were raised by someone else but you did your best for me. i tried to learn about birds so i could do my best for you too, and most of the time it went fine. you had a nice big cage… Continue reading roxy


everything about my life has changed, and it seems like such a mess. the crueler part, though, is that it’s been a mess for years and years. factually speaking my life is probably the most ‘together’ it’s been since ever. it seems like there’s chaos underlying all the stability. I haven’t made it through uni… Continue reading next

the third act

in a lot of contemporary media, there’s a three act structure. the first act is called the setup. the setup is where we learn about the characters, their motivations and their backgrounds. there’s usually an awful lot of exposition and scene-setting, and it often includes some groundwork for act two. the second act is called… Continue reading the third act

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dear neighbour

to my dear, anonymous neighbour I cannot thank you enough for your observation that my lawn is untidy. you see, I am stupid and actually thought it looked quite nice. I’ve never been fond of the manicured, monoculture lawn and it was a nice change when I moved out of mum’s house and could let… Continue reading dear neighbour

the (b)right side

there are so many ways for someone to say that it could always be worse. i’m sure you’re familiar: silver linings, count your blessings, “at least you’re not dead”, etc, etc…the thing that bothers me about these sentiments isn’t the delivery. i know the intent is good, but it always feels like there’s an unsaid… Continue reading the (b)right side


i don’t know how to put myself together. i didn’t really know that i had to, until someone pointed out the pieces. i used to wonder why everyone else seemed so functional, so that really should have given me a hint. i didn’t pick up on it. i didn’t pick up on a lot of… Continue reading jigsaw

to my therapist

dear anonymous,it’s been a while since i’ve spoken to you. nobody’s fault, of course, and i know you operated slightly outside your scope of practice for me, and i’m thankful for that. i remember i wrote down this website on the back of one of your contact cards, and gave it to you before i… Continue reading to my therapist


there is something to be said for the comfort of ritual. it makes hard things easier, new things less scary, and can often make bad things just a little bit better. one of the rituals that most of us recognise, even if not all of us partake in, is coffee. there is something about coffee… Continue reading coffee