Nothing feels realer than the earth
No totality more absolute
Horizon curves without me knowing
The beginning and the end
When I am gone in a place conceived of ideas, earth brings me back
Preoccupied most moments, I'm barely here with her, knowing actualness
I've just encountered a term that encapsulates my preoccupation as our current city renaissance. Young people and their young families ARE the most recent and widespread movement that is a rush to the capitals and metropolis's of our colonisation's. But for what?Are we...
Despite my efforts to change my sleep hygiene left so unkempt I roll in leaves of parchment, in sleeves of envelopes, in ink from fountain pens and folds of books I haven't yet read as sleep calls in to me. A rustling cacophony of paper is the stuff my dreams are nestl...
The first day of Fall. September.
A sheen of grey cloud blocks any blue from the sky. London.
A muted Sunday. A humble silence.
The world sits still and the city sleeps awaiting it's hang over.
I've reached the crescendo of days where I feel my body is falling away fro...