The Pomodoro Technique Doesn’t Always Work

Here's why I think you shouldn't make it the be-all and end-all of your productivity strategies

I Have Lived The Dopamine Detox, Here’s What I Think

It's sold as one of the world's best productivity hacks, but does it really work? Can you enjoy doing hard things?

Advice For My American Friends

Photo by cottonbro from Pexels You should listen to IAMX's I Am Terrified. It is a powerful, affecting piece of music that just happens to explain my melancholy and anxiety at this point. This Halloween I am terrified, not in that haunted house sort of way. Haunted houses are a game; everyone is in on it. The monsters …

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Con-sent

You asked me if I would buy it. I would. I will. I would. You ask'd if I would draw it, Cap-sure it. I would. I will. I have. Your smile makes gods weep. Your s-mile makes sucks weak. - Hey, everyone. I think I am back.

A Review of An Obscure Hip Hop Artist

Luigi The First, or just Luigi as I like to call him, is an aspiring South African hip hop artist on SoundCloud. He is virtually unknown as the title suggests. Being the kinda/music fanatic creep I am, I found his music by chance. Over That was the first track I heard from him, unfortunately the …

Just So We Are Clear/Reconsider

Last night, I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing, I was thinking of how sweet it is going to be today. I was thinking of how I was going to tell you about my very recent weird allergic reaction. Of how I was gonna by beer(you know I love that), watch the cricket and catch …

The Cult of Sheep

Barlow’s eyes are shimmering, the light a sinuous display of  something towing beneath. His smile pious-like, marked with an etiolated kindness, this precarious softness and this mark of an adulterating isolation that only those who'd experienced can recognize. A secret for the initiated. But Barlow is not a monk, he is dashing in his blacksuit …

An Inconvenience

It was on a Thursday evening, 9th August 2012, when I went to a digs party off-campus with a couple of my friends. I had a vague plan of how I wanted to end it that night, of how I would kill myself (I'm not going to disclose what that entailed). This was a significant …

Inner Monologue

He's so far away So far.. he might as well be God. Apparently ubiquitous, but demonstrably aloof and nebulous. What the fuck do you want? Do you even want? Are you even in there? Are you even here? As you sit across the kitchen table behind the Sunday Times newspaper (stop sipping the coffee like …

Deplete

Depleted, I can't give more than I have given. Can't be anymore than what I am given. Wasting limbs and sore thoughts, Encroaching demands and taxing expectations. Spending on that which never pays. Working on that which yields nothing. And somehow I'm told this the way things. Hi everyone. I just want to tell you …