I don’t know who I am, and even less who I’m supposed to be.
They’ve redecorated the meeting room in the English building at my university.
(548 words) Ollie knew they were bound for trouble even before they reached the tracks.
Imagine a character who deserves a story, flesh out their backstory and mindset, and then never be able to come up with anything for them to do, so they just hang out in the back of your brain in an endless waiting room, waiting, waiting, waiting.
Hello all, a quick bullet journal setup for the month of April here.
I feel like there are about three reactions to the premise of giving up phones, tv, computers, and like technology for two days.
I think brains have a tendency of falling into patterns and ruts. You see something once and have a reaction, but then when you see something similar and have the same reaction from memory, the rut starts to form, generalizing and habituating itself into your usual thoughts.