After many months, I finally convinced my sister to watch Fleabag. Naturally, this meant I had to rewatch it, to keep up with her commentary. As I watched the final…
Who I Write For Now
When Is It Time To Stop Mourning Your Pre-Pandemic Life?
How do you know when it’s time to stop mourning your pre-pandemic life? If you’ve unearthed the answer to this conundrum, by all means let me know. I have yet…
What Film Studies Taught Me About Feminism
I am always the first person to joke that I have not used my Film & TV Studies degree at all since graduating. I ran into the arms of East…
Love Story
My life is a Reductress headline: Theatre Kid Now Data Entry Grownup. I have come of age, I have lived out the intoxicating, dramatic years of my life, and now…
Farewell to Chaos
Like all bad things in life, it started with a tiktok. Two, in fact, because one was not enough to capture the extent of my ineptitude as a writer. I…
The Language of Loneliness
I never realised the word ‘tired’ is in the past tense, until I started learning Russian. There’s a Russian saying Я устала как собака (YA ustala kak sabaka). In English,…
Love in the Time of Corona
When it comes to love, 2020 has really been the year to put the “hopeless” into “hopeless romantic”. The conditions needed for new love to form have all but been…
A Postgraduate In Pandemic Land
I spent my final year of university watching the clock. There was never enough time. I rushed from classes to theatre rehearsals to work, stayed in the library until 2am…
How I Found Freedom in Failure
On July 24th 2020, two momentous events occurred. 1: Taylor Swift released her 8th studio album, and it is all I have listened to since. 2: I got a rejection…
The Opposite of Permanence
When the pandemic hit, most of my friends moved away practically overnight. As a university student, I had grown used to not seeing my friends for months at a time.…