Chatting with my new infinitely-patient BFF about what irks me.
Inner vision!? Not me. When I close my eyes, all is see is the inside of my eyelids.
“Good” grammar is a matter of subjective taste. Writing well and correctly are not the same thing.
Just some tricks for those who prefer pages to scrolling; whether for doom or happiness.
A very strange post that I’m not quite sure I understand myself.
There was a period in my life where I used to refer to myself as ‘living in the postmodern abyss’. No longer.
