If you’ve met me in public for even the briefest time, you’ll know I have a deep-rooted fear of most non-human living beings. In fact, this fear has been the source of considerable amusement to my insensitive-to-trauma friends (and it’s shocking how many of those there are! Insensitive friends, I mean, not the traumatic episodes). [...]
Up on melancholy hill
Aha! A Byronic hero – so that’s who I am! – x – Imagine a large ballroom – monstrous chandeliers, blinding light, women in their sequined best, tinkling glasses, music, dancing, celebration. The hollow laughter of the truly bored. Sometimes, in my head, I see myself in that room. Only, I’m trying to escape. Desperately. [...]
This. And That.
I don’t want to remember my past through the foggy and often deceptive lens of my own memory – I know I will forget some things, conveniently mis-interpret the context of others, and forget just what I felt while I was still living the moment. And so, blogging helps. Even if my efforts in that [...]
