On operations and depression and musical talent wasted. Sorry, more angst before I get back into reviewing. It happens. There is a Banksy poster on my wall – The Girl With The Balloon’. There is always hope. I bought it in a lighter time. Now, even though it is opposite it my bed, I rarely … Continue reading The dark and the difficulty
Pain. Drowning crinkle-cut curled-up flesh in whitest milk. Obligation lifts the cup, pours it in. No foil-wrapped magic tricks want to have anything to do with it; the capsule sinks below the surface before it can ignite. Flickers as a match might, but with the untiring power of the glowing ember. No end in sight. The worst … Continue reading curled-up flesh
I am drowning in implications and connections. I had my first specialist appointment in months. He didn’t suggest prednisone, so thank gods for that. But I am back on potent-as-hell medication. New stuff (for me, not for the pharmaceutical world) so perhaps it will work better. And a scope on the cards next week, after … Continue reading this whereabouts
It is May 19th – at least in New Zealand, it is. On this day, the following things have happened throughout history Anne Boleyn was beheaded (1536) Nellie Melba, the soprano and namesake of a delicious dessert, was born (1861) Oscar Wilde was released from prison (1897) Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge and totalitarian … Continue reading world IBD day
i do not want sympathy
i just want to be better /
i want to not have to use this page
as a diary or a one-sided counsel Continue reading held
on books, capital exploits, and loneliness Continue reading une année sans lumière?
So, I decided to have a play around with VIDEO. In here, there is much medication related rambling, self-introduction, diagnosis palaver… all of the things that you have quite possibly come to know and love from me and Wamblecropt already. Plus, it’s all in my oh-so-charming kiwi accent, which obviously doesn’t come across in my … Continue reading an adventure in the wonderful world of IBD vlogging!