fragmentary biography

On inspiration

Gone, gone, gone, oh there! … no, gone again.

On the good talk

“So maybe we should talk about what happened today?”
“Why, what happened today?”
“You know, our argument.”
We had an argument?”

On the worrying kind

Apparently the brain is 75% devoted to fear and anxiety and only 25% to lust and joy. So it’s biology’s fault she spent all that time worrying about break ups.

On non-crises

“I don’t have a 30’s crisis, it’s just that I’ve recently
discovered that I suck at everything I do.”

On family planning

Luck is to choose your family, she thought, looked at him sleeping.

On smooth sailing

And suddenly your sky is clear and the sea is calm
and you can barely remember how bad the storm was.

On shiny happy people

Keep in mind, though, that there’s really no way of telling who will go home happy and who will get off at the nearest exit and cry until choking. 

On running the marathon

These days it’s all about endurance. But if going the distance leaves you desperately gasping for air, is taking a short cut really that bad?

On fish in the sea

“I think I’m a sports fish” her friend said, concerned look on her face. “You know, when men go fishing they either keep the fish to take home or they just put their hook in it, reel it in and then throw it back in the water again. A sports fish.”
They sat in silent contemplation.

“I might be a sports fish too.”

On trauma counselling

When it comes to break ups, people are all “You should start dating again! Mingle!”. It’s like giving a big box of matches to a burn victim, suggesting a nice little bonfire might help to ease the pain. Just fuck someone else and you’re golden, right.


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