“Thanks!” One of the perks of the lockdown, and there haven’t been that many, has been the opportunity to know my local area and my neighbours better. There are five parks nearby, and I could easily knock myself out looping through all of them for my daily dose of physical activity if I wanted to.Continue reading ““You’re the girl who’s studying Brand Management, right? Good luck!””
I walked home from Madison Square Park last Thursday. I thought it was going to be a much shorter walk, yet somehow I got lost around Chinatown and ended up at the foot of Manhattan Bridge rather than Williamsburg. Relieved I had come across the bridge that was going to take me back to Brooklyn,Continue reading “Small Steps Sometimes Feel Really Useless.”
A while ago, I found a sparrow on the cold sidewalk. It had fallen frozen to its death. I felt sorry for it but I kept on walking lest I was late for my appointment. A couple of blocks later I decided to go back and pick it up to see if it was stillContinue reading “Of Feathers That Turned Cold.”
… feels like 1,000 razors slowly cutting through 1 cm of human skin at the same time. So don’t get cold. Buy some gloves and wear them, Irina.
… human behaviour. The girls at the next table have been trying for five minutes to take the perfect selfie. And it’s sort of strange to see two humans trying to strike the perfect pose while looking at a camera phone. It would be rude of me to tell them.
Free will is made perfect in choice. When we choose what is right over what it is not as right. Free will is not free will if we are conditioned into a response, positive or negative. It is not called free will in that case; it is called ‘conditioning’, ‘programming’, ‘the law’. Free will isContinue reading “Free Will.”
Feeling like a nomad, in passing, not wanting to get emotionally attached, but secretly wanting to take the best parts in. I have what was once only a postcard outside my window and a heart of stone.
Behold the terrifying face of war stealing childhood away from a little boy. Behold fear and terror, as this little boy’s heart is beating out of his chest, as he realises his face and his hand are full of his own blood. Behold a child turned into a man before his time, the tears heContinue reading “Standing At The Right Hand of God.”
In my humble existence, I do not think I have so far met a Scorpio that I have understood, tolerated or got along with for an unlimited period of time. Hell, most of the time I don’t even get along with myself. I reckon we’re all just a bunch of incredibly charismatic, hard-headed motherfuckers.
I found the perfect snack this evening, a couple of hours after crashing at the dining room table and sketching out “my next move”. Warm toast covered in butter and sprinkled with salt. I used to have this for breakfast as a child.
This is not a post about Susan Cain’s eponymous book. Although it is a fantastic piece of work that everyone should read. It is a post about the beauty of a quiet environment, about the kind of silence that lets you hear your thoughts, focus on them, dissect them un-interrupted and type them down. I’mContinue reading “Quiet.”
I get the writing bug every now and then. I associate it with the ability to use one’s mind to travel to faraway places, meeting unknown people, and experiencing untold-of adventures. That is my kind of freedom. I wonder where writers get their inspiration from and what exactly makes them spend hours on end, typingContinue reading “The Writing Bug.”