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  • What Is Peace?

    A child crawls on the mud strewn ground, his ribs jutting out in sharp relief, distorting the light of the harsh Somalian sun that beats down, parching the land dry; he looks around for…

  • God Save The Queen’s English Or Why I Don’t Like Dropping U’s

    There I used to be, in a crisp, blindingly white uniform, sash all pressed, not a hair out of place, sitting with my legs tucked beneath me. Shoes polished, composed demeanour, perfect little Conventarian…

  • Don’t Look Here…

    Controversy.  It’s dark, and hidden, and attractive. Isn’t it?  What is it about the taboo that attracts us? To see an addict wrap his shaking fingers around a filthy needle, inject warmth into his…

  • Stop Staring Professor, I’m Blogging…

    Hey, I’m trying to survive. I sleep four hours a day, and sometimes I skip out on it altogether. I paint my nails while taking notes on a book, while writing an email, while…

  • The Pessimist’s Quick Guide To Death

    Basically, if you’re a pessimist, here are the things that can kill you on a day to day basis. Go ahead, you’re too depressed to look away anyway. 1. Other people. So, I mean…

  • Remember That?

    What can you say about memory? Nobody knows the future but everybody, everybody knows their past. I don’t know how it is for other people, but I remember it all. The worst part of…

  • The Red Lipstick Debate

    For the last two days whenever I’ve dug into my book bag for a pen, I’ve invariably found a red lipstick pencil.  Hmm.  I might be the living breathing embodiment of the education vs…

  • Once Upon A Time In California…

    I woke up today with sunshine in my hair. No, seriously. My dorm room is currently suffering a power outage. While this means no light in the room, it hasn’t stopped the air conditioner…

  • That Grasshopper’s Sitting On A Book, Cooking Berries

    If you stepped into my room on any given evening in the year 2007, you’d invariably find me curled up somewhere, reading. How I miss thirteen and all the years that preceded it. Childhood…

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