Disorganised
I didn't write this for me.
Previous Posts
Sexbots and Philosophy
Haphazardly.
Two Things I Wrote While Bedridden
Slowly dying and it's my fault.
1.3 Tonnes of Introspection
Heavy, but not novel.
The Online Safety Act
Well, this surely can't go badly.
Broken Mirror
Unravel this.
Autofiction
Trying to Grieve
Couldn't even do that right.
"I Heckin' Love Science And Truth"
But you would never actually do it.
Gray Space
More fever dreams.
"I Just Want To Be Loved"
Observations Of An Outsider.
Supernovas and Nebulas
The texture of love and loss. This one sucks.
Forty Daytes and Nights
Richard reaches new heights.
Picking Up The Pieces
The truth can hurt just as much.
How To Get Whatever You Want
And lose everything while doing so.
Looking for Angels
I went looking in the wrong place.
Ambivalence, IFS, and Mindfulness
You have to choose to live.
Unfortunately, Oblivion
Yes, I've been reading.
Picnic
Just a story about a picnic.
Housemate Displacement
Oh god we're getting psychodynamic
AI and The Thing
It has a lot more in common than you'd think.
Mr Bones' Wild Ride
You can still save yourself.
"Golf Videos"
See title.
Fantasy Hug
I should hang myself.
Disorganised
I didn't write this for me.
A Handshake from the Past
I am greedy.
A Happy Home - Part 1 (Mother)
"My mother? Let me tell you about my mother."
Broken Hearts and Stolen Words
Is this what love is? I don't think you can love anyone after what happened to me.