Jacket potatoes and Time Travel

Apr 13

Lately, I’ve been thinking about time travel. Mostly, how it lacks all the urgency of Doc Brown’s race to channel 1.21 gigawatts of energy and 88 miles per hour into the DeLorean with a single strike of lightning, and how really, it’s much quieter – almost indiscernible. It creeps up gently and softens the edges a little. A vignette: remember this? Now, I don’t even remember what I thought of Back to the Future before I knew it was his favourite film.

Mon Passeport

3/29/20

I’ve lost my passport.

I’m declaring it ‘lost’ / but really, it’s in my room somewhere, buried among a sea of boxes I’ve still yet to unpack. / ‘My room’ / my little brother’s old room / the spare room.

Finding Joy in Quarantine

2/13/20

Eleven days ago, ‘lockdown’ became a definite fact of my existence, instead of just a word I jokily substituted for Skepta’s 'Shutdown'. Perhaps you’ve been self-isolating for a lot longer; I’ve learned that in a real-time pandemic, everyone’s timescales are different. Much to the horror of my routine-obsessed self, there’s no absolute linear protocol to be followed during a global disaster; we’re all simply muddling through.