Ellen Louise Dunn

  • What? A year.

    The words “Happy New Year” echo around the room, but all you can hear are your own thoughts. One thought, actually. What a year. Continue reading

    What? A year.
  • Alone, but not lonely. Sort of…

    Why was it, that at exactly midnight on October 6, I thought, not about the wonders of the day ahead, but the last 26 years… Continue reading

    Alone, but not lonely. Sort of…
  • The bay window…๐ŸชŸ

    I see myself in the books, the chiffon curtains, the posters on the wall that I can’t quite decipher. I see myself in the person who’s trying to make the ordinary, the mundane, the… limiting, beautiful. I don’t think I’ve… Continue reading

    The bay window…๐ŸชŸ
  • Welcome…โœจ

    “Don’t be ‘a writer’. Be writing” (William Faulkner). Continue reading

    Welcome…โœจ
  • This time…๐Ÿ•ฏ

    What if, instead of looking back or looking forward, I focus on what’s right in front of me? They say, โ€œComparison is the thief of joyโ€. If thatโ€™s true, why do I constantly compare my present self to my past… Continue reading

    This time…๐Ÿ•ฏ
  • The yellow ladybird…๐Ÿ’›

    The sign I never knew I needed. The sun was shining, the bus was stuffy, and I was happily exhausted. I was on my way back from a training day at my new job. Coffee training, to be exact. Sunshine,… Continue reading

    The yellow ladybird…๐Ÿ’›
  • Is it burning ambition or deep dissatisfaction?

    One of my resolutions for 2025 was to really dive into a branch of philosophy. Iโ€™m talking full-on, head-first, no-looking-back kind of dive. I landed on Existentialism. Why? Well, for starters, “existential” is a word Iโ€™ve been throwing around ever… Continue reading

    Is it burning ambition or deep dissatisfaction?
  • Ferrante’s Neapolitan Quartet; My literary Roman Empire…๐Ÿ“š

    To say that I was late to the MBF party is a massive understatement. What’s more, teenage Ellen could have really done with these books growing up… All regrets aside, what I say, with complete confidence, is that it is… Continue reading

    Ferrante’s Neapolitan Quartet; My literary Roman Empire…๐Ÿ“š