Category: Musing

My gerbil, Ben, passed away last night. I didn’t hear him running around in the evening so I left a treat out in the open, but this morning it was still there, uneaten. I already had a feeling something was wrong, and by this point I knew. I pushed his log bridge to the side…

Poverty in 17th century France was pretty much universal. Even if you were lucky enough to work in the city, you would be without property or possessions, and you would be completely beholden to your employers who paid you barely enough to survive. Yet still, even in those dire times, French philosopher/writer/scientist Blaise Pascal realised…

I haven’t written a blog post since August 1st, that’s three months without any updates! Even my journal has been neglected. As I said in previous posts though, this is a good thing. The aim of the blog is for me to not need it anymore because that means I’m out living my life being…

I remember, when I was really young (maybe 6 or 7), that my dad would play songs from bands like Pink Floyd or The Rolling Stones. I didn’t understand the music necessarily, but the album covers had an effect on me and I enjoyed listening to the tunes with my old man. Whether in the…

I’ve been mulling over this piece for a few weeks now. I just can’t seem to get the right words out. I’m not sure if it’s because I am too preoccupied at the moment or maybe because I have no real reason to be writing in the first place. By that I mean that I…

When I was younger, I thought life was infinite. I thought I was infinite. Even as I was introduced to the concept of death, I still could not perceive my time coming to an end – death is a thing that happens to other people, not me. As sobering as attending the funeral of a…

It’s about 33°C right now. The temperature in my room isn’t far off, it actually feels cooler outside because there’s a breeze. I’ve got a tower fan pointed at me blowing nothing but hot air into my face. I feel guilty for turning on my PC but I think it’s able to cool itself sufficiently…

I really don’t like large groups, particularly organised ones, and even more particularly religious ones. Even if I call myself agnostic or atheist or humanist, it puts me in the precarious position of admitting I belong to a tribe of people with the same beliefs which means I get tarred with the same brush, opening…

This site was originally a place for me to come and post some of my random pieces of design work and photography, as well as be a healthy outlet for me to write about things. It’s been extremely helpful for me to have a purpose outside of work too, and to have somewhere to go…