Life

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The Institution

There was a time when I lived a different life. We were isolated from the world, living in our small space.Playing by the rules of this particular place and time. Where the smallest item, luxury, sample of information, each indulgence; became currency. Homesick, some of us just plain sick, we would retire to our bunks…

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Around the bend

And as such, with each sip of wine and with each jam on the radio (read: Spotify) my mood changes. Perhaps the mood is changing to protect myself, as I bounce from tab to tab, writing simultaneously about suicide and servitude and pop music and now, well, I don’t know what the fuck this is….

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What tf happened to my youth?

This is my damned blog and I am the boss of me, and I will gd post whatever trash I feel moved to, so sorry old friends and relatives who came here from an outdated email subscription. You should probably leave now. Quick, before anyone notices. It’s Saturday night. Earlier I was watching X-Files (Season…

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Travel hurdles

‘I am an African’ is one of the most beautiful speeches I have ever heard. Thabo Mbeki’s voice adds a deep lustre to the poetry, and that’s about the only good thing I will ever say about him. I love my home in all it’s natural beauty and manmade vice, because this is my home….

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