A while back, I managed to stumble across a video about the Black Mirror episode, “Hated in the Nation.” I thought it was quite the throwback. I haven’t heard much from Black Mirror nowadays, except for the constant joke that we are experiencing the sixth season in real life, so […]
Originally, this was titled “Why I Think the Skincare Industry is Completely Bogus.” Over the short four days that this post sat in my drafts, I guess I’ve had a little change of heart.
So, it’s been a while.
For legal reasons, all of this is a joke.
The stillness of the humid night makes my mind wander into a distance that it has rarely traversed into since 2016.
Someone once said, “Live every day like it is your last day.” That has to be one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard.
Last summer, I saw you on my way home from work.
It’s cold outside. It rained earlier. A small shower that soaks through everything that you wear. It’s classic English weather, or so I’ve been told.
The scent of fresh grass. It brings me back.
The day we talked, the sun was about to set. It turned the sky pink, out at the sea.