Rosie Morgan
Lonely boat in the ocean
I admit it, I’m a misanthrope. My social skills are next to none, and I constantly worry whether I’m making a fool of myself in front of people I talk to. The anxiety is something I’m working on, something I had to confront on my recent trip to Oslo if I wanted to go anywhere...
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map oslo
Hello from Norway! At this very moment I’m sitting in my hostel room in Oslo congratulating myself on a job well done. I’ve been using Google maps on my phone to navigate my way around the city, and it’s been working well so far. Until today. Today, perhaps because of the cold, my phone died...
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mirror reflection
When I was sixteen, I went on a class trip to a war museum in Manchester. It was a better option than a day at school, of course. I liked the unusual design of the building. It was a twisted maze of black marble, thick walls growing out of the floor to form little corridors...
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There’s a fantasy I have, which I think I share with many, that one day I’ll win the lottery and be freed from any obligation to build a stable life for myself. It would be like cutting the string that holds me down, floating up and off to freedom. I am twenty-three years old and back...
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