She looked down impassively at the animal zipped into her handbag and felt only pity for it. It returned her a disdainful side-eye. Not the dog's fault, of course, that it'd been given to her as a let's-save-this-pathetic-excuse-for-a-marriage gift. She'd tried hard from day one to love the creature, and failed. Now, three years on, … Continue reading A Little Story
It'll be a while until I sleep through the night again, but tonight the silence of solitude is a welcome blanket
Last year, in my travels, I came across this. A note attached to someone's computer. I don't know who wrote it.I won't say where I found it (in case they're still there). I will say that I do hope they've escaped and run far far away.
First, there was Summer School.Then, we formed #TeamOutlier.Together we made this thematic analysis poster.Next, our band of women, armed with colored pens, moved on to draw a discourse analysis poster.On the final day, in the final hour, one #TeamOutlier member made this. We all felt it mattered, so we took this picture. Then we left … Continue reading Stuff We Made at Summer School, by #TeamOutlier.
'Birth, and copulation, and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks; Birth, and copulation, and death.' T.S.Eliot - Sweeney Agonistes: Fragments of an Aristophanic Melodrama (1933) (Read today on an examination script)