We have a sustained reaction to taking a linear route for an unspecified reason.
Me, aged 17. Or maybe I was 18. I’d prefer to say younger as it gives me a better excuse for why the article was so poorly written. And by that I really mean pretentiously written – it’s pretentious done badly.
I was reminded of my old article and the story behind it after my recent re-play of Half-Life. It all started when I read a poem about a dog with fleas. I remember sitting in my college’s canteen (that’s a sixth-form college, not university college) and happening on a very cheap looking student magazine. Flicking through the five or so black and white pages I saw there was a poetry competition and a poem about washing fleas off a dog was featured as one of the winners. I was dumbfounded. “Such a poem is fit for neither human eyes nor lips,” I said to my friend, Dan. (Later we found out the author was mentally disabled ) Continue reading