✧ The year 2000 was a time of beginnings.
After two months of sadness, sickness, and gloom, I’ve been reflecting a lot on life, the cult of productivity, and why I’ve been in such a rut lately.
This weekend we were in sunny Nelson, where the air has that characteristic South Island crispness to it, and the sun stings just a little more than usual.
I am following diligently behind my mum. She is pushing a sparse trolley through our local Pak ‘n’ Save. I am eight.
This week I’m hanging out in my hometown of New Plymouth.
I once gave a talk to a room full of women about enjoying problematic media.
I had to have been around nine or ten years old when I was frequenting some local forums. I stumbled upon a post. Someone started a thread: what is the meaning of life?