• There is a particular sort of exhaustion that comes from trying to be a decent person in a world that doesn’t always appear to reward it. Especially when you have to acknowledge that you haven’t always been a decent person yourself. Not a good person. That’s a different thing, and an altogether more complicated claim…

  • Somethings are true about me. I write lots of things down. I forget where I put things unless I am VERY disciplined with myself. I often find things in weird places and try to recover the mental pathway that got to placing that thing on that surface. What was the plan here? Why did it…

  • I couldn’t decide whether this was going to be an Adele or an Alanis Morissette breakup. Turns out it’s a Supergrass Alright breakup. Which is a little unexpected, but here we are. For context, a relationship of mine recently ended. I obviously made a social media post about it, and then The Algorithm latched on…

  • Yesterday I discovered I couldn’t remember which of two films we’d watched first. Not the first film we’d ever watched together. Just the first of two films we’d watched on that day. It wasn’t even an especially important detail. If somebody else had forgotten it, I wouldn’t have thought twice. But there I was, staring…

  • I dyed my hair blue. A few weeks later I found myself wondering whether that meant I should be buying blue yarn too. An essay about masking, identity, neurodivergent rule-making, and learning that not every preference needs to become a personality.

  • A reflective essay on magpies, folklore, loneliness, and the quiet discovery that companionship keeps appearing anyway. On inherited pessimism, avian goblins, and learning not to stop the count too early.

  • A reflective essay about hypervigilance, conscious choice, and the exhausting habit of constantly checking whether your feelings, routines, and relationships still genuinely belong to you. On drift, devotion, and learning to trust your own instruments again.

  • It wasn’t even a big comment. That’s part of the problem.Not an argument. Not a confrontation. Just a sentence, dropped into conversation, the kind of thing that should have passed through me without leaving much of a mark. Except it didn’t.It caught, somewhere inconvenient, and now it’s here. Again.This happens more often than I’d like…

  • I don’t have a great track record for getting attributions right, but I think it’s Tai Chi that has the idea that humans have a finite amount of energy. That if you slow your movements down enough, you extend that energy, and by extension, your life.Please don’t fact-check me. It will ruin my train of…