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While our pricey seminars become places of roaring anti-capitalist sentiments, we go back to our over-priced London houses/flats/student accommodations and spasmodically embrace our phones - a device harbouring capitalist vices. Micro-trends, endless advertisements, and dystopian feeds that broadcast genocide and celebrity or influencer opulence simultaneously. 

All these terms: baby, child, preteen, teenager, adult – what do they do for our souls? The reason 19 feels liminal, almost like it doesn't exist is because, just like 17, we are waiting for the next stage. 

I went to my first home today, it’s too far to walk and my mother would never take me,  she said it made her cry.  I think I wanted to cry about something like that.

I wrote in my diary in April 2024: I like spring the most because the sunlight takes you by surprise.

‘I’m after the painter of memories.’ Aidan turns up the call volume; the voice sounds distant.