I write one of these every year. I read last year’s and was slightly amused how serious I sounded. But this is typical of me, I oscillate between thinking I take myself too seriously and not taking myself seriously enough.
I was intrigued by “The Myth of Sisyphus” by Albert Camus when I first knew about it. It tells of Sisyphus being punished for eternity, repeatedly rolling up a boulder up a mountain, only for it to roll down again. Hence the famous line, “One must imagine…
When I was younger, I thought love was all about feelings. If you feel like you couldn’t breathe when the person is around, or that you’re willing to risk your life just to make the person happy…that must be love right?
Every year I try to quietly reflect on the annual return of the sun’s position on my birth. I read last year’s entry, and I’m always amused reading…
I couldn’t fall sleep last night, so I thought of listening to a podcast. I don’t usually listen to podcasts because they make my head hurt if I listen to them through earphones. But I was alone, so I decided to play one through a speaker located far enough away from me…
Everyone makes up a story about their own lives, consciously or not. Some of us like to believe we are on a hero(ine)’s journey:
“In narratology and comparative…
I picked up Dark Matter on my kindle immediately after reading this post by Heath W. Black, and finished it within two days. Like Heath it had a…
Dear you,