Three Years in London

Today marks three years since I moved to London. It’s weird, because I still feel like a bit of a newcomer here, yet three years is a pretty significant chunk of my life so far. Three years is the longest I have spent in one place, doing the same thing, since I was eighteen years … Continue reading Three Years in London

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Writing about not writing

I’ve been getting genuinely quite concerned about my brain recently. It doesn’t seem to produce any thought, it just receives information (and a barrage of negativity) from the Internet. Sometimes I can practically feel it frying. I really want to get back into writing again, but the truth is I have written nothing creative – … Continue reading Writing about not writing