What's on the Agenda?

Accidental monochrome outfits through every season, because you love that one colour.

The balminess of spring and summer, counteracted by the blistering chill of autumn and winter.

Nostalgia so profuse and all-consuming, comforted by the bitter taste of burnt coffee.

Misunderstandings and a lack of communication result in once-upon-a-time friends becoming relics of an era past.

Grief in all its bleakness, harrowing.

Radical acceptance, small steps.

Fucked-up literature, opaque theism, genres, subgenres, microgenres, microcore, corecore.

Strangers becoming friends, finding family, community, building a home, a new place to be from.

Cat hair accompanied by clothing.

Sweaty pints and absurd conversations.

Cynic to optimist.

Descartes is overrated, so is Kant.

Cancel culture would have loved Bataille.

Complete and utter self-indulgence brain-dumping bullshit on a website built by me.

Nervous breakdowns and SSRIs, but hey, at least we're witty.