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,Continue

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.Continue

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…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,Continue

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Mississippi Rain It is raining so hard, and smells like iron. You know that petrichore smell you get in cities whilst it’s raining? It doesn’t smell the same when it rains on grass. I feel like crying. Have you ever looked at rain and just wanted to be it? Able to go anywhere, constantly cyclingContinue

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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 gentleContinue

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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.

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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 coffeeContinue

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Now I wander in confusion (4,6) – Megan Courtman A window in Devon I cried when I saw my crumpled crosswords. The Roomba had mangled them, whirred over their edges and swept at their corners. The paper plains become crags and creases and trenches. “Oh,” I said weakly, and sank to my knees.What metaphor wasContinue

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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. TheContinue

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… an interesting question. This time last year I was resurfacing from a pretty deep depression. I know this because I remember, but I was reminded of it because my Instagram archive decided to display some choice pieces of last spring for me to look at. Most of my content last year was me waxingContinue