I am Angus Allen. I ramble vaguely and mumble frequently.
I’m a neurotic, a lover (not a fighter), a feminist, a liberal scumbag, a coffee-lover, a Wittertainee, a Janeite, a profoundly confused agnostic, and a pretentious imbecile.
Interests include: Cinema, literature, music, stand-up comedy, existentialism, politics, whining [a lot of whining], Greta Gerwig’s hair, the criticism, and hypocritically the exhibition of Golden Age Syndrome.
From South Belfast [y’know, hippies and students].
“Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it’s worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.” – Miranda July