sentience and suicide: reflections from Virginia Woolf’s place of death

As it currently stands, I have far too many books. Around my tiny student bedroom there lies a heaped mass of precariously towering books, ranging form Steig Larson to Sarah Kane to Jean-Paul Sartre. At my home in the New Forest it is a similar affair; a labyrinth of books everywhere, with an entire wall… Continue reading sentience and suicide: reflections from Virginia Woolf’s place of death

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nonsensical ramblings on finally finishing my first year of university

I am rather fond of post minute updates about my life - not in the hope that anybody in particular will read the, but mostly because they serve as digital memoirs for myself. At present, life is good - in fact, it might just be the best it's ever been. Due to the hectic nature… Continue reading nonsensical ramblings on finally finishing my first year of university