christian

  • I’ve tried and failed many times to keep a journal. I like the idea of keeping record of my life, of having a reference to look back on to see what my past was like from my own real-time perspective, which will have long faded from my memory. I’ve just never been able to stick…

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  • I recently watched the show Fleabag. I can’t remember why, but it was mentioned in an offhand comment in something or other to which I was listening, probably a podcast or video essay. I wish I could recollect what it was, if only to mentally thank the person for introducing me to the series. Whatever…

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  • It was mid-November, just starting to get chilly where I live. The sky was cloudy and gray, so that the room was dimly lit even through the large windows, and despite only being afternoon, it felt as though the sun had set already. I sat across from my boss’s boss, as he peered at me…

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