Its always a good time to revisit 1984: 'If you mean confessing,' she said, 'we shall do that, right enough. Everybody always confesses. You can't help it. They torture you.' 'I don't mean confessing. Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving… Continue reading mighty mini
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A Journalist so Truthful – They had to Kill her
It's been 42 days since Shireen Abu Akleh's assassination. On May 11th 2022 in occupied Jenin; as cameras rolled and her colleagues were nearby, Israeli occupation forces shot Shireen dead in plain sight as she stood by a tree. Deliberate. Immediate. Permanent. The the kind of grief that many of us are experiencing having never… Continue reading A Journalist so Truthful – They had to Kill her
A List that Started from a Speck of Dust
I am finding that being woman in my 40s a peculiar and rather obtuse and dysmorphic endeavor. I would say that its like standing in the middle of a very noisy, flashing room, as I tower over a tiny, little hole in the floor that reveals an abyss of nothing just under the ground we… Continue reading A List that Started from a Speck of Dust
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Fiction as Fact as Fiction “Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.” —Jules Verne For now - https://nautil.us/blog/most-of-the-mind-cant-tell-fact-from-fiction
In Tatters (Like Beirut)
There is a state of elevator-feeling-in-the-pit-of-the-stomach-hyper-anxiety that immediately fills my insides when I get a message from someone asking me: if someone I love in some God forsaken place I call home (and I call many places home these days) is OK. It is so instant because my nervous system has practiced delivering this message… Continue reading In Tatters (Like Beirut)
I Don’t Know this Much is True
I don't know. I just don't. Who would've thought this may just be the most profound and contenting statement as I approach 'The Fourth Decade According to myself'. Not me. I really, truly and foolishly thought that by the time I would get to the age that my father was when I was 10, I… Continue reading I Don’t Know this Much is True
Be Still, Get Bored, You Can Handle This… “Woke” Words in the Time of Coronavirus
There is a lot of frustration right about now. For me, as a member of the introspective but resigned Generation X (read Vice article for real bashing), least of all because in many ways, the Covid-19 virus has proven to be infuriatingly on message with Gen Zs that the way forward is woke, clean living - both literally… Continue reading Be Still, Get Bored, You Can Handle This… “Woke” Words in the Time of Coronavirus
Like Narcissus we all Drown in our Selves Sometimes…
I watched 'Wonder' based on the novel by the same name on a plane; then I binge-watched season two of 'Working Moms' on Netflix to overcome my jetlag. Oddly, they stacked up nicely with a book I'm re-reading called 'Ways of Seeing', by John Berger. They link Narcissism, defense mechanisms and the common desire to… Continue reading Like Narcissus we all Drown in our Selves Sometimes…
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