from big cities to beach boulevards and small town basement bars // nomadism as a cure for existential anxiety

The topic of my Masters thesis is a feeling that is associated with existential anxiety and often in both psychology and philosophy considered an inevitable part of human life: not feeling at home in the world. I’ll skip elaborating on the theories behind that feeling here because I’ve been writing about it all summer and … More from big cities to beach boulevards and small town basement bars // nomadism as a cure for existential anxiety

An Open Letter to Everyone Who’s Asked for My Phone Number and A Polite Explanation for Why I Refused

I need a little rant now after being chatted up fairly intrusively at the bus stop yesterday evening. It sucks being rejected, I know. You see an approachable person in a public space and decide to have a go. Maybe you just feel like having a chat with someone to pass the time. Maybe you … More An Open Letter to Everyone Who’s Asked for My Phone Number and A Polite Explanation for Why I Refused

When the veil lifts between the dead and the living

If you’re wondering why my posts have been so morbid lately, the short explanation is that I’m working on a BA dissertation on Gothic fiction and the grotesque and the abject are on top of my mind as a result of academic specialisation. There is also a longer, more thorough explanation that I should probably … More When the veil lifts between the dead and the living