WRITING
My personal attempts at writing with purpose. Whatever that actually means. If I write, maybe I'll find out?
My personal attempts at writing with purpose. Whatever that actually means. If I write, maybe I'll find out?
Do places hibernate? Do the memories they hold remain in the very fabric of the buildings, and in the light and dark of nature? I spent a morning with the people of The Crossing.
Monkey see, monkey do. Apparently. Today I ponder unnecessarily about mass media consumption, war reporting and trams. In no particular order.
Ever wondered what happens when learning music and solitude collide? I did. Come with me on a journey to The Musical Forest.
Why do we like what we like? During a short walk around Anielpol, I asked myself this very question. It must be something about taste: On Pondering Vernacular.
According to the internet, learning a new language can be a thrilling and rewarding experience, maybe so, but some languages come with unique challenges that make that journey less fascinating and more tricky than you might imagine.
Is being good at maths essential? Can semiotics provide us with a structured approach to understanding the world that maths cannot? Or do the two work hand in hand? Let's find out in The Semiotic Significance of Everyday Life: By someone who was never good at maths.