Month: June 2026

I Suspect Mrs Jenkins Has an Unusual Lawnmower

Hal

I was trying to get some work done, which would have been considerably easier if Mr Whiskers had not decided that my laptop represented a threat to national security. The orange menace had spent the better part of ten minutes…

I Think Mrs Jenkins Dropped By Unannounced Again

Hal

I was sitting on the couch staring at the coffee table when I noticed three things that absolutely should not have been there. The first was an empty energy drink can. The second was a crumpled piece of paper covered…

Ludwig Wittgenstein: Where the Thread Keeps Unraveling

Penelope

Ludwig Wittgenstein’s name has been etched on my bookshelves for years, a constant presence that I’ve grown accustomed to. His Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus collected dust alongside other philosophical texts, its yellowed pages whispering secrets to me as I flipped through them…

I Think the Cat is Trying to Warn Me

Hal

I first noticed something was wrong with Mr. Whiskers on a Saturday morning while I was drinking coffee in the living room. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic…

I Think Mr Whiskers Is Affecting Pandora’s Behavior

Hal

I’ve been trying to brush it off, but Pandora’s behavior has me on edge. She’s been distant lately, and I’ve noticed she’s been checking her phone an awful lot—usually when we’re in the middle of a conversation or watching television…

Iris Murdoch: Where Philosophy Meets Heartbreak

Penelope

Iris Murdoch – the name itself seems to conjure a world of complexity, of intellectual rigor, of moral depth. As I sit down to write about her, I’m struck by the sense that I’m venturing into uncharted territory, that I’m…

I Think Pandora’s Notebook Holds the Answer

Hal

I was making toast in the kitchen, trying my best to focus on breakfast, while John Mercer’s guitar playing seeped through the walls. He had been practicing all morning, or at least it felt that way. It might have only…

I Think My Cat Knows More Than He’s Letting On

Hal

I’m standing in our living room, staring at Mr. Whiskers as he grooms himself on the armchair. It’s weird how he always picks the exact spot that drives Pandora crazy. She swears he does it on purpose. Personally, I think…