Reflections
Perhaps the only thing worth anything are thoughts and memories, sketches of the consciousness – certainly not worth much economically, but worth recording, even for myself and the very few people whom they might interest. It follows then that writing is one way of translating and recording these thoughts and impressions.
‘Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number...
About this site
Having recently finished a doctorate, with some new found time and creative energy, this site is a way to rediscover the joy of writing just for the sake of writing – and writing without specific disciplinary constraints.
Based in Melbourne, Australia, I've been building websites since the 1990s and have recently discovered Grav, which is used to publish this site. Having a lot of fun experimenting with this new (to me) opensource CMS and am very appreciative of the community that put it together and continue to maintain it.
This site is to document thoughts and ideas in an unstructured way. Everything here is a bit unpolished, but aiming for unfiltered and raw ideas - consider it a compilation of drafts that may or may not be developed further at a later stage.
