For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea. – E. E. Cummings

I don't think I could ever live anywhere properly inland. Living in the Netherlands was a dream because there were canals everywhere; there was even one running just outside my block of flats so I woke up to it every day. If we're comparing bodies of water then the sea obviously wins, it can just… Continue reading For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea. – E. E. Cummings

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I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. -Friedrich Nietzsche

It feels like winter has officially begun even though we're not yet halfway through autumn. My days, weeks, and entire seasons are off. Normally, in autumn I look forward to months of hibernation, wine by the fire, big jumpers, cosy ad infinitum. I do mind the shortening of days (I'm not a complete animal) but… Continue reading I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. -Friedrich Nietzsche

And so the Universe ended. – Douglas Adams

I was advised last week that I should be writing about my feelings. I think the specific advice was to do this in a notebook and probably never look at it again but if it's theoretically-public then maybe I'll try to be more coherent. In my last post I write about how religious talk turns… Continue reading And so the Universe ended. – Douglas Adams

A psychology of life’s morning and a psychology of its afternoon. – Carl Jung

Jung has been giving me food for thought during recent lunch breaks. Today the few pages I managed to get through (before rushing to Primark, got to keep a balance) talked about how when one is young, your life and your neuroses unfold; when one is older, they contract. What might be an ambition when… Continue reading A psychology of life’s morning and a psychology of its afternoon. – Carl Jung

I protected him from his enemies, but I could not protect him from his friends. – Varys

I am having a period of fluctuating friendships. I am having a period of a fluctuating attachment to the Game of Thrones book series. Related? Intertwined? Meaningful? I mean. Obviously not. But humour me, introspection is my jam right now. Both involve something like a loyalty. It can verge on obsession, a bit crush-like (steady… Continue reading I protected him from his enemies, but I could not protect him from his friends. – Varys

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of living. – Cicero

Death seems to be present at the moment. Present, or imminent. Someone yesterday made a throwaway remark about how life is short, don't waste it. Yet the context made this overused, tired cliché resonate. Too much of my mental energy is consumed by worry that those I love might die. I know that this can… Continue reading The life of the dead is placed in the memory of living. – Cicero

Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be. – Jane Austen

Today I had a conversation about the many awful things about living in London. It was mentioned that this city is an awful place to be spiritual because stepping out the door means encountering a number of stressful things. Never mind just staying behind the door; paychecks can never be appreciated when you have to… Continue reading Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be. – Jane Austen