January 2009
1 post
turning 20
Simply, I imagine the world will be less forgiving of me, much less willing to use youth to excuse flightiness, my major bouts of indecision, episodic immaturity and most of all, a frank nonchalance. I am not at all comfortable with that kind of sovereignty. I still want to dance to hairspray tunes, sneer and make loud remarks about rude shoppers / commuters, squeak at things I like to squeak at,...
December 2008
1 post
my 2008
A reflective entry on the final day of this year somehow strikes me as slightly banal, almost as timeworn as selecting an image that would properly sum up and conclude the year, an entry without words to distract or contract its weighty significance. But I am resigned, recognising that I cannot think without words to frame and limit my thought, and much less live without setting a perimeter in my...