It's a challenge to write a new journal entry lately. As is tradition in times of no new material during a long running series, here's a clip show.
In 2018, the time of pretending we’re not influenced by social media’s algorithms is finished.
In 2018, Anzac Day is a tricky one, everyone caught between respecting the fallen, and wishing for a world where we'd never killed each other in the first place.
I was already running late on my drive through the hills when the boom gate lights began to flash and I was forced to pull up to my front row seat for the freight train that was lumbering through. Exasperation was so tempting, the urge to feel frustrated, hard done by.
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