I've never tried to be anything. I just was
Sunday, 22 February 2026
The Wound
Saturday, 21 February 2026
A love that's the root
Friday, 20 February 2026
True Love Will Find You In The End
Wednesday, 18 February 2026
Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Tuesday, 17 February 2026
What I haven't seen about the Epstein files
Monday, 16 February 2026
Bang and blame
If I could go back I would and I would immediately step away, run, far, nowhere to be found or to risk the chance of getting entangled by everyone all over again. I wouldn't know of you all existing and that would be a shame, but a blessing for all of us who suffered.
There's no medium way back in an extreme time like those days. No one really cared or was brave enough to face it all afterwards. No one processed it all. I hope it doesn't cost us all later in the day. At least not for me even more, since I've done nothing but processed it, facing it in every way it came about. I didn't run from the blame as I didn't run before at the bang.