On Tuesday I turned thirty. Happy birthday to me.
I’m making up for never talking about or celebrating my birthday in the past by themeing a few posts around the number 30 this week. Also because it’s easy to come up with post titles that way, and I’m feeling lazy. Read more
London today is bathed in a strange orange light, making it look like the beginning of an apocalyptic movie and prompting the same level of panic from English people on social media as when three flakes of snow fall on the Southern railway lines.
Personally I think it’s rather beautiful. Then again, I do have a whole childhood’s experience of living with people who genuinely believe in the actual End of Days. Like, one that’s going to be brought by god and we’re all going to die because we’re actually being controlled by Satan even though we don’t know it. So it stands to reason that I ended up an apocalypse skeptic. I think today’s sky is mainly just dust, but it’s pretty dust so whatever.