Medium Delirium

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

  • snapshots

    I was walking out of the cafe where I’d just spent the last hour reading with a parfait and sobacha while the rain that has pelted since morning raged on outside. As I shook…

  • the Maldives in colours

    Chief of them all is the palette of the sea, true to every photograph I’d ever seen: in magazine spreads, on TV, in travel agency ads, social media. Glass green, chlorine blue, dappled all…

  • growing pains

    Today I resolved to turn my leisure TV time into leisure reading time. I intend to become an intellectual by May and have declared as much to J, who was understandably incredulous. It occured…

  • the blind shark and thursday’s women

    Managed to wake up before 6am again this morning – it seems to be becoming easier. It’s 4 days out to Chinese New Year. At work, my colleague (and newfound lunch buddy), X, has…

  • Fat cats & fatuous gripes

    Woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat. I’m still not sure if the night was unnaturally hot, or if the antihistamines I’m taking turn the body into an air fryer…

  • Me: This cold seems to be giving me an unusually large appetite. J, suggestively: Is it only an increased appetite … for food? It takes a special sort of person to try a line…

  • words that don’t sound like what they mean

    Graft / Grafted / GraftingWhat it sounds like it means: To remove a portion/part of somethingWhat it really means: To add to/ insert into something / to transplant one thing into another IntrepidWhat it…

  • slice of a song

    He says I am bound by rules of my own construction. He’s right – I probably should learn to live a little. If I were to paint an ideal portrait of myself it would…

  • slices of life

    Life of late: sliding off the tail end of a huge mountain of work from the past few weeks. Feels not unlike careening headlong down a bumpy hillside, only to be spat off a…