July has come and gone, and yet again I couldn’t quite remember what I’d actually done. Did I begin living on autopilot at some point? I looked through my photos to recollect and found some landscapes of the local pier and the park—as usual—and then decided to look through my log for inspiration instead. So this month, I’m largely going to be recounting thoughts rather than actions. To start, with…
I found D. H. Lawrence’s Tickets, Please , first published in The Strand Magazine in 1919, to be a rather dark short story about working on the tram system in the English Midlands, set at the backdrop of World War I. At face value, the story dips and dives into issues surrounding gender roles, social dynamics, and shared humiliation and pain, but under the surface, Lawrence’s short story supposes…
Apparently, I didn't update the Now Page at the beginning of May, which was unintentional at first, yet by the time I realised it, half of the month had already passed and I didn't quite feel I had anything to say. Now that May is over, I'd rather not further break the updating habit by skipping two months in a row. As has become the usual, my spouse and I took a few outings to the sea and some…
I remember the changing of the seasons. The crisp autumn leaves underfoot as I quickly scuttled to school—not to get there faster, rather to use up my restless energy. The air was only turning damp, cold but not icy, just fresh. The crunch of every leaf was satisfying in the way only unseasonably dry weather can produce, as I scanned the paths for chestnuts and acorns with which to stuff my single…
Dostoyevsky’s short story, titled often in English “A Gentle Spirit”, was first brought to my attention in the context that many readers discuss the perplexity behind the girl’s motivations...