The Teachers’ Lounge.
I am sitting in the teachers’ lounge of my son’s new school, doing my literature review. Let me say that again, because it sounds absurd even to me. I am thirty-something pages into a Norwegian study on existential loneliness, with seventeen tabs open in Obsidian, Zotero quietly humming alongside it, and a living document I…
After He Walked In.
I wrote the last post in the early hours of the morning, before any of it had happened. Before he walked in. This is what came after. He was apprehensive at first. That was expected (build-up’s aren’t walys the easiest thing to navigate with him). But we had agreed on just a few hours, on…
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