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The Sixth Sense: How Your Brain Tells Time

Steliana Yanakieva | 17.FEB.2021 | Research

Every day we experience the world through our senses – we see colours, hear sounds, taste, and smell food, and feel the sun or the rain on our skin. But how do we sense time? It is certain that we do experience a sense of time, both consciously, for example when we look at a clock, and subconsciously (e.g. in the order in which we do things), and that our sense of time is highly integrated with our other senses. However, even if we lost our ability to see, smell or hear, we would still have a sense of time passing. Read More…


 

Frauds, fear of failure and finances: The mental health problem in academia

Lauren Revie | 10.OCT.2019 | Discussion

Mental health is a hot topic at the moment – and it is about time. Around 1 in 6 adults will experience anxiety or depressionwith the number of people recognising suicidal thoughts increasing drastically.Read More…


Life of Prion

Simona Zahova | 03.APR.2019 | Research

A peculiar group of proteins, prions, have earned a mythical status in sci-fi due to their unorthodox properties and unusual history. These deadly particles often play a villainous role in fiction, appearing in the Jurassic Park franchise, and countless zombie stories. Even putting apocalyptic conspiracies aside, prions are one of the wackiest products of nature, with a history so remarkable it needs no embellishment.Read More…


My Reflection on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Anonymous | 30.JAN.2019 | Reflection

“You’ve got that compulsive… bloody… disorder.Words from my dad. I was keeping him awake most nights, pacing the hallway outside his room. The thing was, I couldn’t go to bed without walking in and out of my room until it felt …right. First, I would make my bed and shake the duvet five times. If I lost concentration or had a certain thought, I had to shake the duvet five times more. Then I would go to the loo, and go back to my room, that’s where my pacing came in. Closing the door had to be done correctly too, a certain number of times or until it felt safe to move on. All of this was just too loud for my dad.Read More…