18.10.20 I didn't go for the morning run I said I would. Instead. I turned over and waited for the cat, curled away from the crook of my knee-calf, to sense that I was awake and begin purring. He did and I rewarded his love with the stroke scratch tickle we can never truly know… Continue reading Almost as it was before
UPDATED, SEPTEMBER 16th: Following yesterday's announcement, I've attached a new letter to send to TDs and relevant ministers about the government's decision to take in a grand total of FOUR unaccompanied minors. FOUR. COpy and paste from below to show that IRELAND WELCOMES REFUGEES. Subject: Unacceptable Response to Lesvos Crisis - Ireland Must Welcome Refugees… Continue reading Further love letters to MEPs and TDs about deteriorating crisis on Lesvos/Calais
The desolate car park of the BP gas station on the outskirts of Calais is almost unrecognisable. What once was a place for refugees to gather to avail of the NGO services operating in the area has, overnight and thanks to the latest police eviction, become a new refugee settlement; yet another fragmented spin-off of… Continue reading Fed up and Frustrated: What the “migrant crisis” really looks like in Calais
Back to the clunk of a keyboard once again, frenetic tapping, pregnant pauses of navel-gazing, middle-distance staring. Back to trying to write myself out - or perhaps write myself in. Rue Darnel, Calais, Wednesday, 18:19. Sirens. Sitting out the window, legs dangling. Skin crunchy with sea-swim, sweat, an unfaltering failure on my part to moisturise.… Continue reading 18:19 on Rue Darnel.
First things first, can we please have a moment for the visual accompanying this entry that perfectly demonstrates me leaping into the unknown? THANK YOU. If I had to estimate, I would say it’s 45 degrees right now and there is a 30% chance that this is horrendously inaccurate. Still, for the purposes of entertainment,… Continue reading Day 44: What Holly Did Next
Another one from the archives. Or, more accurately, the multitudinous, multi-faceted ether of my iPhone notes. Does it surprise you that it's always been my dream to work at the UN? If it does then I've been highly misleading in these diaries. Well, dearest reader, that dream almost came true for me the other night… Continue reading Day 43: “Hey, u up?” and other things I’ve emailed the UN at 2am
I have been indulging too much in my white and privileged "I": from here on out this is not about me as a thinking, feeling person but rather as an actor and agent for change. It's not my voice that's needed; it's my actions. The fact that this makes me uncomfortable, that I feel irritated… Continue reading Weekly Weigh In #6: Changing the Face of Entertainment
What you're reading is approximately ten days to two weeks stale. Proceed with caution and apologies if it's a little soggy. I am so sick of my own music. Dear God, what did I listen to before The National? Is there a life outside of the same frigging playlists that I keep relentlessly shoving on… Continue reading Day 42: What does one listen to if not listening to The National? Asked the human cookie monster.
I saw a zine on social media this week that depicted two people catching up. "What did you do today?" One asked the other. "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," the other replied. "I just gave money to an anti-racist cause, continued my unlearning, and then didn't tell anybody about it."* *I'm paraphrasing. I can't… Continue reading Weekly Weigh In #5
I am sitting in the back of my parents’ Hyundai eating potato salad with my bare hands. I am on day two of the worst hangover of all time and I am insatiable. I wanted a 99 but Circle K thwarted me again. Why is the world so against me indulging in some soft-serve sugar?… Continue reading Day 41: Potato salad fingers.