"Back, you daemon!" Here's what I wrote
Last night I confirmed that there was a daemon growing out of my left shoulder. A nebulous shade that unfurled slowly but surely. I have no doubt that this thing arrived with the longer darkness; the sun setting at 4pm must've given it more time to grow unobserved.
Wouldn't have noticed it at all if the shade hadn't formed a mouth, whispering strange-yet-familiar sounds, loud and clear: You've barely started. Look at all these drafts, half-formed, abandoned! What about that one from June? The year's almost done and still nothing! in paternal hissing.
One of my unspoken vows was to write more this year, and it had a point. I had barely written much. Hmm, you're right, maybe I haven't done en—shoom!
In an instant, a flash of light and the daemon's disembodied hissing as it dissipated into my shadow.
I quickly turned my head over to the other side, where the flash had come from. I glimpsed the silhouette of what looked like another daemon, quite similar to this one, though distinctly more purple, warmer, somehow. It had vanished just as quickly as the first, but leaving with a simple utterance: Bullshit!
Then I was back in my dark living room, face lit by the black, white and blue hues of a Google doc on my screen, blinking caret impatiently waiting. All those unfinished drafts, just sitting there. Neutral. Not accusatory, not disappointing. Just...there.
I sat with that for a moment. Instead of wallowing at those not yet written, why not sit and feast on your life?
Here are the things I wrote in 2025: grouped by how I felt looking through them in my review this morning: the ones I felt really proud of (yeah!), the ones that were comme ci, comme ça (meh!), and the ones that made me cringe a little but I included regardless, with an understanding that everything belongs (ugh!)
Yeah!
A sauntervan post about the longest walk I've done yet, with my friend Jo. Mischievous and ordinary but somehow captures the excitement of exploring and situating ourselves in the city.
For this one, I felt bad about having an empty doc, struggling to put something down. Decided to lower my standards and write at least one or two paragraphs with an image gallery. The blog post just flowed out one afternoon, where I actually started to relive the day. Glad it came out and I'm feeling more solid about writing more of these posts!
THIS is what I sound like. Currently my favourite of the year, really oozes my personality while blending various fields: pop cultural analysis, onomastics, and data science. It reads as a funny story but also a technical post, a research paper but also cultural commentary, not quite sure what to categorise it as because it's multi-genre.
Reminds me of that Howard Thurman quote about "doing what makes you come alive". I definitely felt that while writing this.

Meh!


Ugh!
- Feb 21 - the boy from ayawaso bikes freely again! ch. 2 - rewilding with wetheuntamed
- Feb 18 - the boy from ayawaso bikes freely again! ch. 1 - afrospin, afrospin, afrospin!
- Feb 11 - the boy from ayawaso bikes freely again! - prologue

Sigh, I have mixed feelings about this one but more cringe than any other. Last year I ended up doing various forms of cycling: spin, MTB and road (called them the cycling training arcs)
This series worked better on my instagram stories where people already had context, so it resonated. But, I don't know, writing it felt different, more self-indulgent, like what you'd read on the more honest parts of linkedin. Better than slop but lacking…something.
I figure it's probably because it's autobiographical and might be better off written by someone else and either during my last days on earth or after I die. I do have ch. 3 in very rough draft form and have no inclination to return to it. That's all the sign I needed.