Well, this is it. Or, as Macaulay Culkin put it so eloquently in Home Alone: "This is it, don't get scared now." After months of saving, weeks of planning, and... well, a couple of hours of packing, I'm here in Barcelona once again. Only, this time it's personal. I don't know what that means, …
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Scrapbook Entry // End of Summer Report
For reasons best left untold, the summer term was one I’ll never forget. July brought joy and the promise of a new beginning. Spring had started hopeful, with small steps forward in my journey as an artist. I rediscovered my love of drawing, with the help of a teacher a little too fond of tautology. …
Scrapbook Entry // Half-Term Report #2
February flew past in a flash. March turned into to April and August no longer seems so far away. Snowflakes fell and still there was no sign of spring, but that didn’t stop me from looking forward. Spend! Travel! Explore new places. Book that next flight, take that next trip. Take a chance. It’s …
Scrapbook Entry // Half-Term Report
Six weeks done, another six to go. We’re constantly counting down. It’s been a swift six weeks, and there was much to discuss. Me too. Times up. Conversations on Whatsapp about articles linked on Twitter. Transatlantic chats with my old friend Mike cheered me up no end. Meanwhile, life goes on. I …
Prose poem: Love Day Was Yesterday
I often wonder: do those people who post online about their fantastic day, their wonderful partner, their sheer joy at being alive—do they read what others write? Or rather, perhaps, what others don’t write? Do they see the empty spaces? Or do they just check in to self-congratulate? To thank their …