When I was 12 years old, I can remember being obsessed with a song called "The Day I Died" by Just Jack. This is a song of existentialism and personal philosophy, one that chronicles the day that the protagonist passed away, and how it was "the best day of [his] life". It all fell in [...]
"On Friday afternoon, I escorted my friends from our hostel, Brxxl5, to Bruxelles Midi/Zuid Station. I watched as they shuffled solemnly onto the train, then sprinted alongside them for as long as I could muster as they pulled away, waving as I ran. Their train inevitably curved out of view, speeding over the endless horizon. [...]
Years ago, my parents bought Viva la Vida (or Death and All His Friends) for me as a gift. My room, then, was very different - juvenile items lay strewn endlessly upon the floor, my bed faced in the opposite direction. I still owned Yu-Gi-Oh cards. One of the most vivid memories I have of [...]
Planning a spontaneous journey to Connemara National Park, and the captivating view from Diamond Hill's summit.
I've spent countless hours browsing through travel websites. Procrastination is a tough beast to grapple with, and many a time I've lost the battle. I find that I tend to depend on the future and her potential fruits to tide me over, rather than focusing on the present. I plan hypothetical journeys, mentally jaunt through [...]
Good question. Ever since I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone at age 6, I knew I loved words - their mouth-feel, the weight of them, how they could slash, inspire, and build in a single sentence. I scrawled and scribbled in those very same paperbacks, cover-to-cover, in much the same way I do [...]