An entry from my journal on May 20, 2017:
“It is not difficult to feel self-conscious when you’re scribbling away in a notebook — quite manically, it would seem — in a middle of a subway carriage amidst the chattering weekend crowd. Sure, I could’ve typed this out on my phone, but alas, I’ve pulled the journal out so there’s no turning back.
Who, in this god forsaken place, still journals, anyway? Continue reading
Inspired by a passing comment, and perhaps, obligated by a casual promise I made to a friend when we were discussing our college’s journal, I penned an essay on my love for cats one afternoon, and, by some miracle, summoned the guts to submit said essay for publication. (Of course, I’ve written for other zines & publications, but I’d usually prefer for my readers to remain relatively anonymous — that is, not living in the same building as I am — to me.) Anyway, HERE is the article, a mere, whimsical, little sketch of my childhood.
For something more substantial, please do check out the marvellous new zine, “Do What You Want”, that Ruby Tandoh and Leah Pritchard put together. It’s currently available for pre-order HERE, & all profits raised will be donated to charity organisations in aid of women’s mental health, including Sisters Uncut and Beat ED.
Virginia Woolf’s resolutions for 1931, some of which I think I ought to adopt for myself.
Disclaimer: I am very much aware that what follows may ruffle some feathers, so please do avoid reading the rest of the post if unpopular opinions – particularly those on democracy – tend to peeve you.
“I can’t believe people are still considering alternatives to Clinton at this point,” I lamented to my friend as the first presidential debate drew to its inevitable conclusion last night. Trump had made an utter fool of himself, and yet a Trump presidency remains an all too frightful and unfortunate plausibility. Why are Americans still not doing everything to prevent a senseless, and utterly ignorant buffoon from becoming the president of, arguably, the most powerful nation in the world?
“Logic doesn’t influence people anymore,” she bemoaned, “it’s all about pathos these days. People hate the system, people hate Clinton, and that’s why they’re voting against it.”
“But one absolutely must make a logical decision!?”
“Except the system doesn’t care if you do! That’s why democracy doesn’t work,” she retorted. Continue reading
“Out of the ash/ I rise”
– Lady Lazarus (1962), Sylvia Plath
Devoured essays at an almost alarming rate today out of sheer spite. If only –
If only I could bottle this spitefulness, contain my fury, my rage, for it to last.
God I feel invincible when I’m angry.