Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
Mind you, this is not a post. It's a meta-post, an index to the story of my grievously curious life with generalised anxiety and major depressive disorder. This lightly commented table of contents may be useful for those who want to read the story end to end. But feel free to do whatever you like … Continue reading Dancing on the Graves of Me and Mine
Too late the oryx realised she probably wasn’t supposed to eat those green-grey berries. Now seas of gooey sapphire were rising where the low grass of the dried-up savanna used to grow, and curious flying fish were flashing their bright red beaks in the thickening air. The oryx sighed. This was going to be a … Continue reading Lost Oryx
Oceanic Soup 