Dear L,
I remember the first time I had opened my eyes underwater — it was one of my
swimming lessons. The instructor — for better or worse — would take us to the
deep end of the pool and drop us in. Those were scary moments, and I would
usually keep my…
Dear L,
I never found my reality unpleasant enough to escape into a different one. And
by extension it took me thirty years of existence to wrap my head around the
idea of escapism. Escapism — defined by Oxford Dictionary as,
> The tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant…
Dear L,
Most of us aren’t able to grasp the scale of space — even the distances
associated with our planetary neighbours is incredibly hard to wrap our head
around. Statements starting with “if a grain of sand is planet Earth…” do little
more than getting forwarded around on Twitter.…
Dear L,
Over the last decade, Minecraft — a video game — has accumulated a massive
following, almost elevating itself to an iconic artefact of pop culture. But it
never really appealed to me. The idea of mining a virtual landscape for literal
blocks, only to put them in back specific configuration…
Dear L,
It took me a long time to learn how to complain or comment about the weather. I
have figured out that the subject of weather is something that can start pretty
much every conversation like a leader-sequence on an mRNA — especially on the
Western Longitudes I occupy these…