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
So. I spent the summer reaching the finales of ALL my favourite shows & then staring into the abyss, feeling empty & aimless not knowing quite what do with my eyes and ears. See, my summer evenings were more homebound than I had originally envisaged - never mind that they were spent in various cities… Continue reading All Good Things Come in 7s. Not Really, But this List Does!