

What a year we’ve had so far. Attempted coups, brexits, multiple terrorist attacks and more mass shootings than I dare attempt to tally. If you don’t have the option to turn off screens and retreat somewhere away from humans and concrete, one of the more easily sourced escape routes is the boob tube. I had…

In deep space, abandoned. Any crew? Negative. -Space Manoeuvres, “Stage One”* The origins of certain songs often wrap themselves in mystery over time. Memories fade over the years, either due to a series of unfortunate decisions made in the vicinity of 3AM on several concurrent Sunday mornings, or just plain old age. And so it is when I look…

Anytime I have a bad couple of days, I get a haircut. It’s a simple solution for a sometimes complex problem. Once my favourite Vietnamese hairstylist with broken English often interrupted with a rich, earth shattering cackle, gets her finely manicured hands to work with her trusty rusty scissors and buzzy, shavy thingy, the world changes…

I’ve written on my frustration with contemporary news before. On the one hand, I feel compelled to keep up to date with current events, so I will be able to relate to people better. Like say, on an elevator, when a fellow commuter stares up at the colour monitor, (it’s kind of weird that…