Medium Delirium

With these lines I tether myself to the fact of my existence.

  • A frightened little thing

    I’m sitting at the dining table waiting for my baby to finish crying and drift off to sleep for her nap. I’ve got a half-eaten plate of fruits and Bon Iver playing in the…

  • currently reading

    I don’t think it’s an over-exaggeration to say that Haruki Murakami’s writing was the fulcrum of my twenties. I started when I was at university in London, after I picked up ‘A Wild Sheep…

  • thoughts while having a pedicure

    Been spending a few afternoons in the CBD area going to and from barre classes. I usually have just enough time to grab a quick lunch and a coffee before or after class, which…

  • hwealth

    Not hard to imagine the brainstorming session that went into the naming of this clinic. The baby has started solids, which was exciting for approximately 2 hours until we realised that the shock to…

  • not even Solomon

    When the moon hangs like it does tonight – a shimmering sliver of copper floating on an indigo sea, the ends of the sickle sharp and fine enough to draw blood – what comes…

  • kaya toast, konbini, and the kindness of strangers

    I’m currently reading The Convenience Store by the Sea by Sonoko Michida and am enjoying it far more than I expected to. I knew I would like it, because I find Japanese slice-of-life content…

  • packing, pacing

    One of the things I’ve learnt since becoming a mother is that leaving the house with a baby is a muscle that must be built and exercised. The first time we took the bubs…

  • hell hath no fury like a pelvis torn

    Two weeks ago I experienced one of the more humbling moments of my life thus far. Against my better instinct (and breaking a promise I’d made to myself while pregnant to never run again),…

  • 8 friends and a funeral

    A couple of months ago I was added into a Telegram chat containing everyone in my 8-person group of college pals, minus YM. ‘Hey. Have you seen YM’s story?’ I darted into Instagram and…