The Journal
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THE ARCHIVE BROKE OUT OF TUMBLR
I should probably apologise before somebody assumes WordPress has developed a technical problem. If you follow…
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I am so sorry, but your phone has just betrayed you spectacularly.
It happened during handover, beneath fluorescent lights that had no business witnessing something so beautiful. The…
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Against the Clock
The room had begun to develop its own weather. The curtains held back a pale October…
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The Distance Between Two Branches
Time is a gardener with no respect for symmetry. It lets people grow beside one another…
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Why I Love The Comfort Book
The Comfort Book: My Favourite Book for the Days Life Feels Too Much There are days…
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When Nurses Crash
The washing machine sounds as though it has finally had enough. I am sitting here listening…
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That is lovely, but can someone please just employ me first?
Facebook has a peculiar talent for returning versions of ourselves we did not specifically request. You…
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Too Many Tabs Open
My brain lately feels like a browser with far too many tabs open, and what bothers…
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THE PIE CHART LIED.
By the end of this week, I felt as though ED had introduced me to an…
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I THOUGHT I’D KNOW BY NOW.
At three-something in the morning, hospitals develop a peculiar atmosphere. The corridors are still functioning, of…
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God in the Future
One evening, I was sitting at the table with my phone beside me doing several things…
