I have not been writing as consistently as I had planned on writing, recently. That’s misleading. I have been writing (mostly every day), but most of the projects have not turned out particularly well. Of course, that’s part of why I aim to write regularly. Putting words down on paper forces me to reason about the ideas that they represent. It’s exercise, I suppose. I would have liked to keep updating this blog more regularly. Updating this space (despite having no audience), is something that I want to do to try and get comfortable with the idea that what I write might be read. I find writing embarrassing, and I would quite like to better manage that shame.

With that said, I have written a short essay. It’s about Severance (the TV show, the only its first season), and how our ideal of freedom seems to intersect with identity. It’s not a groundbreaking piece, I just wanted to give something a go. I also thought that it might be worth thinking about some aspects of the show that aren’t the obviously philosophical ones.

I have also been consistently reading. I finished Moby Dick not long ago, and it is as brilliant as its biggest fans claim it is. I have also been reading about the history of ANZAC commemoration, following this article in The Conversation last month. ANZAC Day is consistently very frustrating to me. I resent militarism and nationalism, and find that claims that the day ‘commemorates’ the costs of war to be at cross-purposes with its celebratory nature. There’s also, of course, the fact that Australia has really never entered a war for just reasons. As usual, though, the history of ANZAC is pretty complicated! It really has always had a contested meaning, working through that past (and ongoing) contestation is difficult, but necessary.