More apocalypse, less angst
I’ve been thinking about my cousin Sarah over the past couple of days – my cousin of the same age who hung herself last October in the workshed behind her house. She hung herself, I think, because she was unlucky in love. And I… Continue Reading “Unlucky in love.”
A poppy from this morning’s garden, and an evergreen flower from the subalpine forest I was hiking in this weekend.
Since I bought my house last spring I have been putting off the writing of a will – something that only really becomes essential once you own substantial things and/or have dependants. I recently also took out life insurance through my union as I… Continue Reading “Giving myself the creeps.”
I just bought a ticket to Victoria for the weekend. To see Greg. Even though I am leaving for Toronto on Wednesday afternoon and have things to prepare and even though I just saw him last weekend. I’m being impulsive – and somewhat irresponsible.… Continue Reading “Impulsivity.”
This isn’t the real post I had started before either, but I thought it would be much more fun to write about my crush on Greg than finish the post titled “Weary the struggle”. I’m just not in the mood for psychoanalyzing my activism… Continue Reading “Crushed out.”