morning | evening

I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour. If this is so, then modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought, or thoughtfulness. – Rebecca Solnit, from Wanderlust just between you and me, i am more than a little tired of the word hustle.

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morning | evening

i imagine my hands, set like clay captured in a prayer pose feet with legs sticking out of the ground — bulbs shooting skywards under the celestial phenomenon of faded light i imagine myself, a sunbeam body suffused with golden light filtering through the cracks of my everyday like a small roadmap of devotion in […]

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morning | evening

first in at work, last to leave. a commute that started at 5:40am and ended not long before the clock touched midnight. one 14 hour day, not the norm. i wonder how anyone working like this all the time has the cognisance to think straight at any time of the day.

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a recent inventory

a sight // feet meeting sand, clear blue water breaking beneath bright blue skies a smell // freshly laundered linen sheets, dried outdoors a sound // ludovico einaudi’s seven days walking. birdsong. the waves tumbling over each other on their race to the shoreline a touch // warm water on my skin as i lie in […]

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