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