God, Hermes and Star by Zbigniew HerbertFour New Stories by Lorrie MooreSelf Help by Lorrie MooreDrive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga TokarczukStudy of the Object by Zbigniew HerbertAnagrams by Lorrie MooreLost Connections by Johann HariCity of Girls by Elizabeth GilbertTin Man by Sarah WinmanBritt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik BackmanSmall Days... Continue Reading →
450. If there's the F-word in a song, it immediately puts me off. For the life of me, I cannot understand why a song needs to have the F-word in a regular context. I'm not even going to try and unpack this for myself. 449. Today, I recalled something I had forgotten. Last year, I... Continue Reading →
During the lockdown, I did a lot of things that were uncharacteristically me. One of them was running a podcast. It started about as a very nascent thought. As someone who hasn't been a fan of podcasts, I imagined this to be a small podcast, running for only 3 minutes, hence the name. However, when... Continue Reading →
425. I think something is off in Ocean Vuong's book 'On Earth We are Gorgeous Briefly'. I know the world and its sisters have loved it, but I tend to feel that the sparing use of full sentences put me off reading it. No sweat. I will pick it up again in this month and... Continue Reading →
400. I have to admit it somewhere, so it might as well be here. I read a major chunk of Refusing Heaven and I didn't understand a major chunk of it. What I know from this experience is that I still have learning to do. And that makes me happy. For isn't it wonderful to... Continue Reading →
The first time I found myself introduced to the thought as a coherent and verbalised expression was when I read it in a letter. It was a time of great contradictions. These words came like unannounced rain washing everything and leaving behind a dampness that just wouldn’t go away. My head became clear, cold, and... Continue Reading →
For the last four days, I've been watching the late afternoon with more attention than usual. The evening sunshine gingerly lights up the thick green creepers on the hill behind my workplace. I watch the silver fern as the wind blows and go down for a walk to feel the evening sun on my skin.... Continue Reading →
375. "Baraduc claimed to be able to photograph emotions ... He sought out emotionally agitated people, then held light-proof paper a few inches from their heads. He found that the same emotion would make the same kind of impression upon the photographic plate, but different emotions produced different images. Anger looked like fireworks. Love was... Continue Reading →
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