Non melancholic futility and the city

In the weekend I read a candid book on ethics and research. No, not that kind of book. A candid book.  One that demands you to untie your bundled self. I knew what the book was about, I have been tentatively trying to walk between the legs of similar texts, uncertain whether or not I […]

Dust to Fire

Yesterday I started the process of letting go of Dust, I will still be waiting for comments, and will be thinking of other things I need to write about/with dust, but I have finally started thinking of other things as well. I have been thinking of dust, playing with it, avoiding it, and the writing […]