quitting for the nth time.

to never stop writing!

half-finished episodes of reality TV, black moleskin journals, sparkly sunscreen, babydoll dresses, statement belts, and boots.

vaping and day drinking.

welcome to my corner of the web. I've spun abut five or so self-concepts out of the forced reflexivity demanded by the job application process. what has not been of any use to recruiters will make for a suitable nuissance to readers:

I've just wrapped up my BA in history and philosophy at the McGill of the North. I loved being a university student. my intellectually impoverished Vancouverite soul buffeted for five years on courses on Russian, German, and Chinese literature; East Asian, Canadian, American, European, and African history; the British empire, colonialism, and indigeneity; IR; Marxist theory; phenomenology; value theory; political theory; Italian language... all of this whipped me into shape; I learned how to think. and because I had to re-constitute myself, I've come out the other end an unmolded ball of coarse clay – pliable but shapeless, promising but ultimately useless unless someone decides what to do with it.