the 21-kind-of-something love: the adolescent flirtation that is perhaps deeper than your sweet 16 crush but not as profound as to what you will feel for a man in your post-transformative years. we shape-shift our way through the majority of our 20s. the ‘i love you’ at 21 is as meaningful then as it is now but in…
stillness.
its sunday morning. there is something in the air. the hidden scent of summer; a sun-kissed morning breeze. quick to rise but slow in my pace as i stroll carlton gardens, a sanctuary of greens. passerby pedestrians either greet me with a charming nod or kind ‘hello’. the birds sing their song while the water fountains flow. my…
a fleeting feeling (bicycle induced)
and like childhood melodies, they rode their bikes together under the springtime moonlight. he rode ahead, not aware of anything while she pedaled slowly aside; fully aware of everything. following behind she stalled as yet another man merely passed her by. unbeknownst to him he had broken her heart. and like a rusty chain, she had fallen apart….
the ramblings of a bibliophile vegan.
a post from my other blog initiative, the social dialogue. some elements of static confusion in there no doubt. read it here: http://thesocialdialogue.org/2012/12/05/orthorexia-nervosa/ mad love, nicxo
the fictitious muse.
for my regular readers you will know that my life theme since moving hemispheres nearly three years ago has been ‘conflict and contradiction’. i’ve been traveling a road towards self fulfilment — not striving for perfection — attempting to align my values with my behaviour, filling my life with my favourite things … the things that are meaningful to me. if…
der flaneur … berliner.
berlin. her disruptive history, complicated culture and resilient survival is difficult to comprehend yet fascinating to interpret. upon a recent trip to the wonderous german city i became tangled up in her divine, eccentric beauty. another landscape where i feel perhaps i’ve existed in a different place and time … the enlightenment, a period in time that i marvel for the…
10,000 hours in hamburg.
hamburg, germany. it is a city that is often referred to as the “gateway to the world”. as with most german city states, its history is composed of both intrigue and controversy. reeperbahn, otherwise known as the “sinful mile”, still burns as a seedy red light district whereas speicherstadt (storage town) encapsulates the port city’s rich history…
the greatest urban love affair.
this isn’t a fairytale but a real life love story. a love story between a girl and a city, a near three-year affair. an affair whose novelty never tired, only deepened. a complicated romance of sorts; sweetly hidden away like the laneways tangled up in this charming urban dwelling. melbourne and the girl. a sexy soiree….
enquire within.
It is the endless pursuit of knowledge that captures a reader’s curiosity. Perhaps it exposes a writer’s vulnerability too. In other words, a reader’s journey is a writer’s quest; both are searching, exploring, and questioning some parallel unknown. Their respective travels are the making of a good story. Billy Dean, the fictitious narrator in John…
the laneway.
it was cold outside but i could not help myself. i had to sit down and take it all in. so i did. baguette in hand i sat down on the curb, my appreciation for what i was observing growing deeper with each bite. laneway culture. the hidden grit that runs between this city’s concrete walls. cafes, a collage…
static confusion. 