‘Pandemic potential’ on our doorstep. Oof. Not the type of thing I want to see as I’m immersed in Emily St. John Mandel’s apocalyptic Station Eleven. Also, it’s very creepy to read about pandemic survivors tramping through a ravaged rural landscape while yourself tramping through the empty nighttime streets of an Australian country town…
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.
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