musings

"Why do people wait for the perfect time to excute their plans?" People think thriving in comfort makes all the difference, but...

I thought for a long time I ought to be a boy. Was it something I'd said? Or been told? Was it the way I bent my head, or rather, the aw...

A question has been bothering me, burning itself into my mind from all of the thinking about it: "What even is philosophy, and who...

Recently I was involved in a bicycle crash and this resulted in the worst injuries that I have ever had in my life. Granted, much of thi...

yellow shades hidden behind a spell of colourful wishes drown my thoughts in your shadow that I cannot see yellow shades shades of yell...

drown me in the candlelight that emanate from your fingertips cast the shadows that give birth to the deepest thoughts hiding from the ...

she arrives with her eyes closed only to awaken with the startling sound of flight the starling sings their song and she listens with h...

in the green fingers stretching to reach the blue sky i look at the flowers that hold a strange kind of wisdom in their unreflective be...

Charlie Kirk shot dead. I don’t give a fuck who he was or what he was saying. For a man in a supposed first world democracy to be execute...

I am stuck in a strange feedback loop where what goes in does not translate to what comes out, but I am addicted to this strangeness. Y...

That Cookie Isn't as Secret as You Think Hey everyone, Today I want to talk about a common misconception in web development that can lead...

You know those moments that just make you facepalm? I had one of those today. My plan was to finally write a post about the hive-census s...

i am at once lost in form and emptiness a world devoid of the structure that i so yearn to capture I don't often impulse buy books. No...

Saying no is an artform that I have not yet mastered. On a regular basis, I receive CFAs and CFPs. In academia, these are call for abs...

There is nothing quite like the first taste of a really good stout. Even if a stout is not the best, it is still a good beer. The comp...

It is not that often that everything in the universe aligns. Sometimes you just stumble upon something with the perfect lighting that j...

We are saturated with everydayness all around us. Never ask a fish, they say, to think about the water in which it swims. Or something...

she wore a dress that reminded me of the mountains a type of mourning but not of a loved one that was laid to rest but of the beauty ag...

We went for an afternoon walk down by the ocean walkway – a big stretch of indigenous fynbos plants that the birds love to visit. We w...

We stopped for something to eat. We did not realise that it would be the smallest pizza shop we have ever seen. As we climbed out of the...

It has been almost exactly 1520 days since I registered as a PhD student without a research proposal. I never planned to do a PhD, as I...

it has been a year my dear and we have seen the world but we have also come to know the smallness of our room the thoughts plastered ag...

a city made from broken dreams and melancholy broken bodies decorate the hollow walls My fiance and I recently had the opportuni...

In a previous post, I discussed an Eagle that a local sanctuary took care of. This week, I want to show the friendliest little owl, fro...

Hello everyone! It's been a while since my last post, and I apologize for the inconsistency. I'm excited to share something new, inspired...

Generated using AI It's a beautiful thing, this love of yours Mornings spent with your fingers threaded in my hair Sunlight filters in, ...

Every year, or every few months, or every, some unspecified length of time, I get to thinking about the relationship of time, light and p...

Sometimes, I sit and just think about it—minimalism. Not the kind that’s all white walls and empty counters. The kind that lives in the s...

So, about the work thing, na? Like, before, it was the office, the daily grind, you do your tasks, and salary comes in, correct? It gives...

drenched in purple fields of sky fell to earth she stood and stared at nothing but a field of purple An Ode to the Girl Who I C...