Having spent much of the recent past cycling through periods of dread, lamentation, and disgust, I've come to realise the irony (or lack thereof) of our rapidly spiralling society. A few years ago, I was inspired to pen this piece after witnessing fledgeling AI tools at work. I felt as though we, at the time, were at a pivotal moment in human history – a fork in the road where on one side lay the truth; the other was riddled with fakes. I couldn't be more wrong, as there was

Recently I made a post on my Instagram account with a caption that mentioned perspective shifts as a necessary tool of realisations. Not Realisation, but realisations. Realisation as a proper noun is the pathless path and is not the topic of this article. It was this post, with its sentiments lingering in the corners of my psyche, combined with the preparation of another article on bird migration that really got me thinking about the words we use to describe the birds we love

The recent death of ultra-icon Ozzy Osbourne has left an unexpected chasm of loss in my psyche, catalysing a cascade of internal inquiry....

Today, April 22, 2022 is Earth Day, and a fitting excuse to put some thoughts to words. It has been our tradition as humans to ascribe a...