Life is a funny thing. I used to think for a long time that it was a collection of endings and beginnings. That doors were always closing to allow others to open, that sometimes the unforseen opening of a window would create enough through breeze to slam a door closed. But I don’t think aboutContinueContinue reading “Endings. Beginnings. Middles.”
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Torrential Rain, The Midnight Library, and me.
CW: mentions of suicide. Just letting you know in case you don’t feel like reading something that heavy right now. To let you know, though, this post is hopeful and full of joy and a lust for life. Much like The Midnight Library by Matt Haig, about which, sort of, this post is written. Yesterday,ContinueContinue reading “Torrential Rain, The Midnight Library, and me.”
Returning to the gallery
It’s a Saturday morning and the sun is intermittently shining on Parisian streets. The leaves, resplendent in their may freshness, dapple grey pavements with the warm golden green if promised summer. I am going to the Pompidou. I went to the Pompidou with a pal when I first moved here and it was absolute chaos.ContinueContinue reading “Returning to the gallery”
Near Window 30 +1
…and now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain. Well this has been one hell of a journey. I’ve been inside for 56 days, and I’ve written so many little things it’s a bit mental. Mostly, I’ve felt cut off or lost; the spring playing theatrics at the window: thunderstorm, sunshine,ContinueContinue reading “Near Window 30 +1”
Near window 27
I really don’t know clouds at all In my mind, this year was gonna be a white table cloth spread with breakfast for one. Eggs and avo on toast and freshly brewed coffee steaming, sunlight streaming through open windows juiliette balconetted with views of a small place. The trees outside would hush themselves in gentleContinueContinue reading “Near window 27”
Near window 24
Ghost flies I am standing on the stairs to the attic with my left foot above my right foot and my left fingers touching the raised pattern of the wallpaper in the dark. I am waiting for my eyes to adjust to the gloom and it smells like mothballs and misery and misheard arguments inContinueContinue reading “Near window 24”
Near Window 23: Far Window
Today’s near window is a photo essay from Eliza Cox. Eliza Cox is from Adelaide, and can currently be found in Paris. She takes a million photos but hasn’t posted anything on Instagram since 2017. She also has stacks of undeveloped film.
Near Window 21
D e m o t i v a t i o n Yo. Sorry I’ve been away, I’ve been feeling pretty demotivated. I don’t really know what to write apart from « I watched tiger king and read a book and thought about what will happen when this is all over » I feel likeContinueContinue reading “Near Window 21”
Near Window 20
Time This morning I said I’d get up, but I didn’t. I said I’d do work but I didn’t. I said I’d do a lot of things but I haven’t. Instead I put on this song and danced in my room around the sunsquare, like the breeze coming in through the window, like hot coffeeContinueContinue reading “Near Window 20”
Near Window 18: Far Window
Todays near window comes to you from the mind and music studio of Steve Tromans. it comes hand in hand with a beautiful piece of music that you can access here. Highly recommend checking out more of his work whilst you’re there! Evening – Steve Tromans It is evening. The lean of the trees. TheContinueContinue reading “Near Window 18: Far Window”
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