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For the time being, I have decided that I don't need a wordpress domain name.

I guess this means that my projects are on hold indefinitely, which really means that I'm thinking about restarting them... maybe. 

This was the only thing on my wordpress site - esliew.com - for the longest time (see "Working Titles" below). I have been busy with life, growing older, watching my parents grow older. I did as most of you are trying to do: keep up with time. It's an impossible task, one that we're bound to lose, but I guess the journey is the point of the journey.

Is this what this is? 

A journey? 

Working Titles

Current projects’ working titles:

  • Poetry. Human Applications : a meditation on the connections between mostly cis-gendered hetero-normative males and females, and the gaze though which the other is interpreted.
  •  Poetry. Detained! : a frantic exploration of adolescence and young adulthood, set in a high school, in a “neighbourhood”, emphasis on “hood”, but also, these characters are really just you and me at our most frantic. 
  • Novel. Can You Hear Me? … which is the question my novel would ask if it could ask me a question.
  • Dissertation. “Paramodernism and Murakami in a Post-Pandemic Reality”. No, not really. Well, sort of.

 

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