I suppose.. ( about my digital footprint)

 I suppose when you get to a certain age, you start realizing you’ve been putting efforts into the wrong things. For whatever reason, this week I read through all of my previous posts. The digital footprints I’ve littered across the internet. I’m too conscious to ever litter in the real world. This kind of litter, […]

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The whirring stops at half past three

The whirring of course is my laptop, and it will stop because I’m turning it off. Closing it all down and stopping work at 62% of full-time employment. I tried to compile all of the reasons why I wanted to do this in a neat little list, but it was all over the place.  After […]

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I own this terrible home, or rather, this terrible home owns me.

It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions, the modern day equivalent of what one may have imagined as flipping through a book or a magazine […]

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I own this terrible home / this terrible home owns me.

My home is rotten, my home is a tin can. My home is also where my heart is. It takes at least 3 generations to break a family out of the poverty line. Something like that, I recall during one of my recent late night “reading” or “scrolling through my phone in the dark” sessions. […]

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oh dear

This is an excerpt on my status in life as of right now in conjunction with it’s ever evolving nature. I’m painting less, and trying to be domesticated. It’s pathetic and fascinating.

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how do you paint the sea foam?

I brewed such a big pot of coffee only to find out that there is no milk or creamer but that seems to be the way of the world, isn’t it? I’m here again at my home away from home and I was instinctively drawn to my keyboard and my blog and I just thought […]

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intentionaly left_blank

A few weeks later and a few more things later and here I am again, loudly playing my weird music and writhing with the comfort of hot soup resting in the pit of my belly. The situation with my friend Ed who lost his car is better if not fixed entirely! His car has been fixed, […]

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