I’ve been very serious and uncreative lately but am now finding it unbearable. There are unfinished quaranthropology notes and half-posts but I think I have a True social media post writer’s block! This scientific paper shared by a friend really helps
East London is starting to feel like a village and I like it: neighbors brought us food, a guy on a Deliveroo bike shouted at me to say he’d seen me before, I ran into a colleague a few days… Continue Reading →
42nd stage of pandemic-related grief. The other day my housemate and I found ourselves telling stories of touch – the touch of hairdressers, masseuses, little children playing with our hair, aunts kissing us on the cheeks, and then that whole… Continue Reading →
My WFH hit a new low yesterday… Quite literally… But you know what, I might as well enjoy this messy improvised bedroom professionalism: The desk is a board I found in #trash. As the sticker shows, it must have belonged to… Continue Reading →
I find it interesting that as my brain is trying to make sense of this situation, my involuntary memory (as Proust would call it) triggers various memories that take me back to various times and places… Empty supermarket takes me back to socialism, mistrust… Continue Reading →
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