blog

  • The Case of Gentleman Jack 3 Last night, the Time Traveller visited the Seer, someting all time travellers have to do! The peculiar, not old, just a woman living where the cliffs meet the sea, in a crooked cottage full of peat smoke, old maps, and the atmosphere that makes people accidentally tell the truth.…

    Read more →

  • Notes from a Time Traveller. I stepped into this timeline today. Where the streets are restless, the headlines sharp, and people moved with that particular tension that comes when a country is tired of waiting for things to get better. And yet the air felt charged, as if everyone had been carrying a quiet, private…

    Read more →

  • The Case of Gentleman Jack When the archaeologist holds the remains of past ages, what stories pass through their fingers?The time traveller must borrow archaisms if she is to be heard at all, to prevent time from editing meaning into misread stories, so that others might hear what she heard. She took to a gambol…

    Read more →

  • Standing Outside of Life

    Having an autistic burnout, and then relapsing into another while still in it, feels like standing outside of life. Everything is moving.You can see it, feel it, smell it.But you are not in it. You are not part of it. Time keeps passing, but every step forward feels like falling deeper into an abyss. It…

    Read more →

  • Even new methods are designed in the moment, and the many moods that come of man and their minds. Even when travelling in time, we cannot influence the mood of the city, nor ask it to. We don’t breathe the air they breathe; we are only observing in the vast existence. We turn a corner,…

    Read more →

  • Introduction: “This piece is a small defence of the human particular, against the comfort of the average.” A job application is submitted. Experience is real, grounded, and previously validated in human settings. The candidate has performed the role, navigated difficult conversations, and been recognised for their ability to connect with others. Then comes the response:…

    Read more →

  • Wandering in early-morning thought, I began to ponder this little musing. We have become sloppy and careless.We have lost the skill to understand poetry,or even to stay with what we are reading and hearing. We speak without thought.We build strong bodies, cultivate minds, and learn to understand our emotions…But where is eloquent language?In what writing…

    Read more →

  • Life as a Commodity

    What happens when the fiction we believe begins to fracture?And once we see the cracks, how do we travel from fiction to truth? More and more, life has become a commodity. Not just our labour, but our attention, our identities, and inner worlds. The political system and capitalism consume it like sugar, sweet, addictive, dissolving…

    Read more →

  • A few months ago, I wrote a paper for uni on how the same crime is punished differently by gender. Reading a recent news article about a young woman punished for using a weapon in self-defence reignited that fire. Innocence is spoken of as purity. But why do so many women’s[1] stories begin at the…

    Read more →

  • From Mythic Intelligence to Epistemic Justice:

    The Lady of the Lake Speaks Her wisdom does not allow imperial-minded restriction,where fear destroys what it cannot control,and then calls the ruin protection. To speak of autism is not a story from the Book of Invasion.But a plea to the folk, to educate themselves, to loosen their grip on old beliefs that turn naming…

    Read more →