Nearly two and a half years ago I wrote an introductory post for this blog, which I faux-modestly called “a preamble (or perhaps just a ramble.)” I was in my last year of university at the time and almost euphoric about writing something that wasn’t an essay - something which could be rich and florid and self-important rather than clear, tightly argued and concise. Reading it back now, I can feel the same feeling of having overindulged as I did when I first finished writing it, like the physical sensation of having gorged yourself on something pleasurable which you’re now stuck having to digest. It makes me want to close my laptop and go out into the street, breathe in the fresh April air and feel the sun on my eyelids.
Strive to be happy?
Strive to be happy?
Strive to be happy?
Nearly two and a half years ago I wrote an introductory post for this blog, which I faux-modestly called “a preamble (or perhaps just a ramble.)” I was in my last year of university at the time and almost euphoric about writing something that wasn’t an essay - something which could be rich and florid and self-important rather than clear, tightly argued and concise. Reading it back now, I can feel the same feeling of having overindulged as I did when I first finished writing it, like the physical sensation of having gorged yourself on something pleasurable which you’re now stuck having to digest. It makes me want to close my laptop and go out into the street, breathe in the fresh April air and feel the sun on my eyelids.