Part 2: Denying Reality

21st C. Dee started my tumbles down the rabbit hole, ending up in the realms of cyberpsychology. I've started examining the conflicting online bios of individuals in the skirts of my social circle, which has left me with far more questions than I originally anticipated. Are we addicted to complaining online? Specifically, the compulsion to update our online… Continue reading Part 2: Denying Reality

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Dexterity Champion: In Three Moments

I recently discovered the existence of the Ultimate Typing Championship. Seriously. Conduct a search on Google if you too are struck by the same disbelief I was. The clatter of keys must be a roar! The RSI requiring months of tedious rehabilitation! In the past, I too have (albeit a very limited) experiences of competitive typing. These moments… Continue reading Dexterity Champion: In Three Moments

Passport Screens and Windowless Eyes

'The eyes are the window to the soul' - that old phrase, which most people will have heard, seems antiquated in an age where conversations can be held regardless of proximity. It's already well noted that technology is impacting our ability to make and sustain eye contact, so, in windowless time, how are we connecting… Continue reading Passport Screens and Windowless Eyes

The Fortune of Being Without

Time seems to be accelerating. I remember when the school holidays dragged - days felt like weeks, and finding activities to occupy the time was not always easy. Now, the days slip by - hours flash past, and sometimes it's a challenge to recall the correct year. Recently, we had serendipity of internet downtime at my home - I… Continue reading The Fortune of Being Without

Forever young

Social media is the platform we should be able to represent our true selves - our values, thoughts and ideas thrown, complete, into a mixing pot of similar and contrasting perspectives. Mark Zuckerberg stressed the importance of not limiting ourselves to a select feed of information, seeing only a singular perspective, but to establish an online… Continue reading Forever young

Past lives

Purple is the colour of my memories; it tries to capture decisions, interactions, wishful responses and retorts never uttered. A mauve Moleskin entombs daydreams, rendered in vivid violet ink, and their secret, dangerous passion. To words seek to fictionalise, for the ease narration and conveyance. I write of a protagonist transforming broken love into vengeful spite. Plans and plots of wrath, against that… Continue reading Past lives