This is how we were meant to live. We were meant to frolic about, amongst the tall-grass, among the trees, in alignment with the wind, the wind that flows between the knees. We are Human, creatures of exploration, novelty and social connection. We are not a science, but an art; living, breathing, loving. We are … Continue reading Humans of the trees.
A house built upon wet concrete, can you imagine? Inherent perturbation exists within these walls, can't you tell the everything is askew? Unstable foundations providing tentative support; unfixed, provisional, temporary. I know what I need to do; it's time.
Each day I wrestle with the tidal wave within; the wave that rocks me to-and-fro, attempting to capsize. Today my vessel has sprung a slow-leak, I sit and gaze upon the tide that gently wades through; today is the day that the tide has come through. What is one supposed to do with a singular … Continue reading tidal.
Too often do we try and force a square through a circular hole; it is within our nature to bend the world to our will. The writer who tries to force words from his fingers, the teacher who tries to force undivided attention from the pupil with ADHD, the lover who tries to force the … Continue reading gentle.
There’s something so fickle about a feeling; ever fleeting, one moment it’s there, another gone. I am an adventurer, exploring foreign lands, exploring foreign planes, searching. A curious searching, one different to all those prior. A search akin to what an eye subconsciously seeks in the lazy space of a painting. This search, like all … Continue reading forty-two thousand feet.
Gratitude is a warm coffee on a sleepy Seattle morning; it’s like peeing yourself, “everyone can see it but only you can feel it”. Gratitude lights up your face when you see an aeroplane fly low over your apartment, ready to join its atmospheric friends atop the runway; wow, what an amazing species we are… … Continue reading Gratitude.
This is the age of the individual, Instagram, narcissism, butt-implants, materialism and a consumeristic mentally; welcome to the 21st century. We march forward without hesitation, toward a cliff, of which at the bottom, organised Human life does not exist. We've turned up the thermostat, we've deadbolted the doors from the inside and flushed away the … Continue reading The death march.