Pushed up into the world

Over the last few years I’ve been noticing a particular shift in my beliefs. I don’t know why, because it isn’t intentional and it feels in many ways out of my control. What seems right or decent today is something I’m not sure the me a decade or even five years ago would necessarily agree … Continue reading Pushed up into the world

This is the year which holds the writer

This text was originally posted in the entry 'I, who will already be dust by your time, have made mention of you in this book' by A Clerk of Oxford. I think its appropriate to post this on All Saints Day. This is the year which holds the writer: the thirty fifth year of the reign … Continue reading This is the year which holds the writer