Sitting cross-legged on my couch, laptop on my lap and textbooks skewed around me,I begin to write my final essay for my Philosophy of Love and Sex class. Surrounded by nearly a dozen empty Starbucks cups, I attempt to sort through my views on the concept of Romantic Love. Irving Singer, a tiny, seemingly materialistic philosopher…
Month: February 2015
Love Insurance not included.
The swift glide of the pen over the lines as I begin to write. Today I put away the typewriter and picked up the pen; it is a real shame how dreadful my penmanship has become over the years of my sole reliance on technology. As another Valentine Day has come and gone, the search…
Club Rats in the African Savannah.
The lights of the dance cave shone brightly over me. Dancing in the middle: Hair dripping, hands up, oblivious to the world around me. It is these evenings of pure isolated musical escapism, that you can just feel so alone in a crowded place. The ease placed on your mind as you swerve towards the…
Riddance of the Walk-In.
Sunday afternoon. Waking up late, I sit down at the kitchen table and open my laptop. To the left of me are fresh cut daisies (My favourite flower) from the local farmers market, and to the right I have the stacks of books and plays that need to be read for class. With the scent…
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