I’m sorry, son. We tried.

I’m sorry, son. We tried to keep the bad guys out. The ones that have elbowed their way to the top, and continue to stand on the heads of the triers beneath them. We tried. I’m sorry, son. We tried to separate, fold, condense, and ship our rubbish off to the right places, only for……

GIOMC 04: Fallen Behind

I am officially a Master’s student. OK – writing that ‘out loud’ did feel a bit special in comparison to how I’ve been feeling thus far. According to Google, or more specifically the completely accurate Wikipedia ~ don’t come after me for the satire ~, a Master’s degree is one which demonstrates mastery or a high-order overview of a……

Losing My Best Friend

I’ve been perplexed at every ‘Just two weeks until they’re back’ or ‘Why is the summer so long’. Perhaps I’m the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You’ve not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You’ve not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you’ve eaten your……