Difference, Cartesian BS and Mad Writers

Disclaimer: Spoilers ahead. The thing about reading and watching so many things at once is that they all start to make a muddle in my head. I am drawn to mixture and khichdi, so this might be a tragic flaw. In The Talented Mr Ripley, Italy is a ripe orange waiting to fall. Blood spreads like a painting …

Shiva Baby and The Dysfunctional Woman

I just spilled coffee on the right corner of a book that's becoming a favourite - Olivia Laing's The Lonely City. I have little choice. It always has been an obsession to obsess over loneliness. I wouldn't be writing this if not for the spilled coffee. It suddenly reminded me of Danielle. In the course of …