I published a book. I’m immortal now, like Ozymandias. [i] I’ll exist long after the last tree has fallen and the last river has turned to dust. Or not. I have seller’s remorse. The temptation to log onto my account and undo what’s been done is enormous: that this mirrors bulimia, the theme of the …
Continue reading I’m immortal, in an ‘I published a book’ kind of way.
June 21, 2021. Festering and wallowing. We don’t know words the way we think we know words. A news story on my morning feed trumpeted the “hefty fine” a moronic, fireworks-spewing joyrider faced: one thousand dollars. The fine is many things – ridiculous, a joke, insufficient – but hefty it’s not. I’m left with the …
When I was studying law, I came across a term I'd never heard of, but loved. Condonation, the act of overlooking an offense. It's a pardon, often implied, given by carrying on with business as usual. You treat the sinner like no sin happened. It happens a lot in family law. Condonation in the eyes …
Big trigger warning: includes references to sexual assault and suicide. I’m not a fan of triggered. The word, not the experience, though I dislike the latter as well. People use “triggered” the way they use “OCD.” It’s colloquial, not diagnostic, and they don’t mean it clinically. Usually, it means they’re uncomfortable. To be uncomfortable isn’t …
I have an essay ready to go, but this isn't it. That piece is all PTSD and ugly bits, and I'm not feeling that today. Or rather, I don't want to feel that today. I had a bad night: I feel frayed. Combining my lack of patience with the ugly ignorance easily discoverable online seems …
