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Peter and Me

It’s been three days since Peter went missing. The police came to question me today. – Please call us if you think of anything else – the inspector said as he was handing me his business card. I told him I couldn’t do that as I didn’t own a phone. – Not even a cellphone? I told him I had never gotten one of those things. Too much radiation. – How do you communicate with family? Friends? – he insisted. I shook my head, indicating I didn’t have any. I told him if it was something urgent, I’d write a…

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The Changing Painting

It’s been three months since that dreadful night and this is the first time I’m telling the full story to anyone. You might think I’m crazy or just a bad person. Either way – your opinion is entirely up to you. I was reluctantly getting ready to go out, telling myself there was at least a dozen things I’d rather be doing. In all fairness that was a lie. I would have rather be doing what I had been doing for the past few weeks of my life – drinking and crying on the sofa. – It’s ok to be…

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This Will Be The Year

It’s that time of the year again, time to slow down, have some mulled wine and reflect on the past year. Without much hesitation I can say 2018 has been an absolutely horrible and terrible year. I’ve been through so much pain and anxiety that I would gladly punch this year in the face. I lost my grandmother, I nearly lost my dad, I crossed paths with psychopaths keen on destroying my life. Some of the people I considered friends walked away from me. I turned down an amazing job offer, something I had wanted for a long time. Darko…

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Who, Who Are You?

Last night I talked to a friend who is on a job hunt. A lot of his self image comes from being an engineer and being between jobs made him feel like he lost that particular part of himself. It made me think – why do we identify so much of who we are based on the job we’re doing? I ran a little experiment; I browsed a bunch of profiles of people I’m following on Twitter, reading their bio. Unsurprisingly, for most of them the bio usually starts with “position X @ company Z”. More often than not, it…

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Immigrant Song

I used to wonder what it would be like, living abroad for 5 years. Would I forget my language? Would I lose my friends? Would I even last that long? Now I know what it feels like. It feels weird. It feels weird not to be able to drive to my parent’s house and get a hug from my mum. It feels weird having to make a well optimized algorithm just to have a cup of coffee in the sun. It feels weird not going ice-skating in the winter. Or having a proper winter for that matter. It feels weird…

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